Ok, so trigger-warning about attempted rape in this chapter, for anyone who can't read something like that. Also, we catch up briefly with Team Family, but I didn't write them in-depth, as the only times we read about them is when it has some relation to Anamika, as I don't want to rehash canon and I'm not really changing any of it until Anamika meets up with them. So it's short and sweet, but you are getting a Daryl AND Rick PoV:) Thanks for the favourites and follows, as well as Kaikitty165 and Faora for reviewing! Faora, I'm glad you thought it was badass, I hope you enjoy this chapter as well! I'm sorry it took so long to update, I was away for the weekend and had a hectic week so far, I'll usually try and update every 3 or 4 days.

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Chapter 3

The next week, she travelled all along the different railroad tracks, ripping down Terminus signs or writing 'Cannibals' on the ones she couldn't get down easily. Terminus sent people after her, but they weren't a lot and no match for her. She killed more than ten cannibals that week alone. The problem is that they sent amateurs, who walked loudly through the forest and warned her from a mile away. Most of the time she could just snipe them, but on the last week, she had enough and finally killed four of the five that came, bringing her cannibal kill count up to 14 and capturing the last one. Knocking him out viciously and tying him up, she ripped his shirt open and started carving a message for Gareth.

Come yourself or sacrifice more men

Your choice

A

She knew this was a way to get the message to all the cannibals that she was not to be messed with and hopefully planted some doubt in Gareth's leadership for all the sheep following him. She had waited until the guy woke up, as he had passed out from the pain of her message when he had woken up while she was doing it and then she sent him on his way, warning him against doing anything else but going back to Terminus. The following week she waited for more guys to come while she demolished more signs and vandalised others. She knew she wouldn't be able to get all of them and she also knew they replaced the signs, but hopefully they miss one. She had taken to taking some of the signs and placing them elsewhere, with her warning on them. She hoped it would help some poor survivor against falling into the trap.

It was as she was busy taking one of the signs down that she felt a barrel pressed against the back of her head and deep voice told her to lift her hands. She was actually impressed that someone got the drop on her, but then again, she had been too focused on the sign and lost in her memories of the past week to properly pay attention.

"Whooo hooo, check that body! Claimed! I'm gonna have me some pussy tonight! Now sweetheart, take a slow step back and turn around for me. Hands in the air, don't be trying no funny business now."

She clenched her jaw, furious with herself for being an idiot and not being as vigilant as she usually was. Turning around slowly, she saw four guys surrounding her, all dirty and the typical redneck types. However, unlike the redneck from a few months ago, these men gave off a menacing aura and she could smell their stink a mile away. In fact, she was surprised that hadn't warned her of their approach. She couldn't believe she had blanked out like that. She had those moments, where her mind just seemed to go into a white zone, blanking out the world and causing her to become lost in her own mind. She knew it was due to the place she had escaped at the beginning of the apocalypse, but usually it didn't happen very often, so she had been ignoring it.

"Hmmm mmm, baby, you gonna taste so sweet, I just know it. I think I'm gonna have myself a taste right now."

"Come on Jack, hurry up, Joe is expecting us to be back in half an hour."

"Shut up Billy, I claimed her and I say I wanna have a go right now. Been a long week since that old hag we had and she was so loose by the time I had a go I could hear her cunt flap. I'm gonna make sure I get her now, while she's nice and tight."

Bile rose in her throat as the guy started unbuttoning his jeans, but she couldn't do anything, as the other two still had their guns trained on her. Her body was practically itching to show these sick scumbags who they were messing with, but she had to be smart about this. She glared at the guy, waiting for him to come closer and to step between her and the guns aimed at her.

As soon as she did, she dropped down and kicked out with her leg, dropping the man with a kick to the kneecap and spinning around towards the other man closest to her, ripping the gun from his hand, she shot him in the head and rolled away, narrowly dodging a bullet from one of the other guys. Before she could complete her roll, a harsh kick was delivered to her side and she coughed as she was tackled by the guy she had kicked in the knee. He recovered faster than she thought and she was once again reluctantly impressed.

"Stupid cunt! I'm going to tear you apart so bad you will never be able to use your pussy again!" She struggled against his broad, stocky arms pinning her to the ground, her breaths coming out in short gasps as she felt pain flare from her ribs where she had been kicked. Throwing her elbow up, Jack grunted as she smashed into his nose, but he remained solid on her.

"Billy, come grab this bitch's arms!" The guy who shot at her came forwards, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the ground next to her head. She was bucking wildly now, feeling them unzipping her jeans and panic started to flood her mind.

Not like this. She wasn't going to die like this and she certainly wasn't going to have these pigs rape her!

She could feel Jack grounding himself against her, his dick jutting into her hip as his slimy fingers slid into her panties. Her mind went blank and a calm settled over her as a white haze filled her vision.

Not today

Rearing her head to the side, bit down hard on Billy's wrist, biting deep and pulling, tearing his flesh as she did so. She knew immediately she severed one of his main arteries by the amount of blood pouring over her face. The shock of her actions was enough for Billy to let her go as he screamed in agony and Jack actually paused in shock, his weight loosening on her as he stared wide-eyed at the man bleeding out in front of him. Anamika saw movement over Jack's shoulder and realised it was the fourth guy, aiming his gun at her and without hesitation, she flung her hands up and grabbed Jack's collar, pulling him in front of her in time for the bullets aimed at her to lodge in his lower back.

Ignoring his cries, she pushed him aside as the fourth guy fumbled to reload his pistol, as he'd emptied his entire clip in Jack's back. Raising her knees up to her face, she performed a kick up jump, landing on her feet and rushing at the last man with barely any pause in-between. Just as he brought his gun up, she dropped down to a slide, grateful that it was a dirt road and not a gravel road, as she slid feet first through his legs. Lifting her hand, she delivered a hard punch straight to his groin, causing him to moan and drop his gun as he sank to the ground. Jumping up behind him, she grabbed his head in her arms and snapped his neck, dropping his body to the floor. She picked up her machete from where she had to drop it when they got the jump on her, walking towards Jack who was whimpering as he tried to drag himself away.

She stepped on his back, reaching down to flip him around, ignoring his pleas for mercy and staring down at him coldly.

"Let's see how loose you are, shall we?" Without waiting for an answer, she plunged her machete into his groin, ignoring the echoing screeches of anguish that she knew would draw every walker for the machete to the side, she sliced his penis off and, without flinching in the slightest, she picked it up and stuffed it into his screaming mouth. Ignoring the choking noises coming from the dying man, she ripped his shirt open and carved an 'A' into his chest, a way of showing, just like with Gareth, that these assholes that tried to break her, couldn't and never would be able to. She'd already left her mark on them. Hearing a groan, she saw that Billy had turned and was slowly getting up, so with one last look at Jack's crying and whimpering form, she stepped away and picked up her bag, heading for the woods. She ignored the fresh screams behind her when the now dead guy started eating his once companion.

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"Where'd you get the watch?!" Daryl's entire body was tensed as his eyes flitted between the people of Terminus standing in the courtyard, ready to take action. Rick was holding the Alex guy who had greeted them when they came in the back, demanding the know where their people were. Daryl felt fury fill him as he aimed his crossbow at these people, who had items that were last seen with his people. People he had searched for an care about.

"What about the riot gear, the poncho?" Daryl tuned back in when he heard an unfamiliar voice speaking from behind him, answering Rick's question.

"Got the riot gear off a dead cop. Found the poncho on a clothesline." Turning slightly, Daryl resisted his immediate reaction at the sight that met him. He could not afford to freeze and get distracted now. And the man that stood in front of them was definitely horrifying enough to cause that. Once upon a time, he could have been handsome. Yet something happened somewhere down the line and now he was like a twisted version of the man he once was. Twin scars arched up from the corners of his mouth towards his ears, giving him a permanent smile and the letter 'A' was roughly carved into his left cheek with deep slashes. A bandanna was wrapped around his forehead, giving him a gruesome appearance altogether.

"Gareth we can wait."

"Shut up Alex."

The man seemed wholly unconcerned with this entire situation, seeming almost bored of it all.

"You, talk to me." Rick stated, his face stern and his eyes intense.

"What's there left to say? You don't trust us anymore." Daryl tuned them out again, his eyes roving the people in front of him, knowing Rick had the people behind him.

"You didn't answer the question." With Rick's yell and the first gunshot which hit Alex, all hell broke loose.

Despite their best efforts, it wasn't long after that they were cornered and forced to enter a container. The only good thing that came from it was that they found the rest of their family. They all reunited and though Daryl felt immense guilt at the sight of Maggie, knowing he couldn't keep her little sister safe, he did tell her what happened and that Beth was still alive. After being introduced to the new people who had travelled with Glenn and Maggie, Rick started making a makeshift weapon and everyone else followed his lead, making plans to escape. It wasn't long before footsteps sounded outside and Daryl, who had been keeping watch, saw a few guys approaching. Everyone got into place, ignoring the shouted orders from outside, ready for action as soon as that door slid open.

However, it seemed as if their captors were expecting their actions and once again Daryl was dragged off somewhere after being disorientated by the flashbang smoke grenade. Seeing those other men hit over the head with a bat and then having their throats slit, their blood draining into the trough and creeping past his eyes was a sight Daryl will never forget. It was seared into his eyes, into his mind and would stay for him for a long time. He had never felt more weak, more like an animal trussed up for the slaughter.

"Hey guys, what were your shot counts?" Daryl didn't bother listening to the rest of the conversation after the prick walked into the room, his mind whirling with hatred for this ugly son of a bitch and filled with fear he didn't want to admit to. He listened to Bob pleading with the bastard, to Gareth asking Rick about their bag of weapons and Rick listing what was in it. If he could just lean over and rip this guy's throat out like Rick did to Joe, he'd do it in a heartbeat with no hesitation.

"-and a machete with a red, red handle. That's what I'm gonna to use to kill you." Gareth stared at Rick, before his face twitched up into a horrific smile.

"Scarier people than you have tried," he responded, almost unconsciously tracing the A on his cheek. A shadow crossed his eyes. Then it was gone and he was standing up, gagging Rick again and giving the guys behind them orders to wrap it up within 2 hours. Just as Daryl thought this is it, this is the end of the line for him and his family, a giant explosion ripped through the compound.

WD

Rick stared down at Gareth, kneeling in front of him in the dark church, his hand cradled on his legs. His mind was a calm swirl, the tension slowly building up as he looked at the scum in front of him. Gareth's forehead was uncovered for the first time since Rick met him and he could see the word 'cannibal' slashed across it, the scars angry and red, telling him it happened in the last month or so. It made him feel a sick sense of satisfaction to see that someone had gotten the best of Gareth, had exposed who he really was to the world and made his outside appearance reflect his inside.

"No point in begging right? I mean, it didn't matter with her, she slashed my face up anyway. Anna. Can't imagine it would be much different with you. You people are all the same." Rick wondered about this Anna who had mutilated Gareth and briefly wished he could have met her, could have shaken her hand. The A on Gareth's cheek reminded him of a story the Claimers had briefly mentioned that night on the road, a story Daryl had later told him in full, of someone who killed four of their men, one in an especially brutal way and carved a massive A on their torso.

He couldn't be certain, but he had the feeling it could be the same Anna, using the carved A as a calling card. He didn't know whether to be impressed or disgusted, but considering the type of people the A appeared on, he was leaning towards impressed. Add to that was the fact that Carol had told them that on their way to Terminus, they had found one of the signs vandalised, the words 'no sanctuary' and 'cannibals' painted on it in blood, along with the same type of A that was on Gareth's cheek, and that had caused them to act more cautiously and know what they were up against. He was starting to lean even more towards impressed and thankful when considering that.

Tilting his head, he banished those thoughts and focused on the kneeling man in front of him. He had a promise to keep

WD

Done! So Rick and Daryl kinda know of her, though they haven't connected her to the woman who stole some of Daryl's deer. Some more of Anamika's brutality, hope it didn't freak anyone out too much. Let me know what you guys thought of this chapter, it might inspire me to update sooner! (blatant bribery right there;)