Yay, next chapter is out! It's a bit earlier than I usually post it (I think) but I'm going to be busy this weekend, so thought I'd do it now. I'm not going to spoil anything about this chapter, I just hope you guys like the direction I'm moving in. Thanks for all the favourites and follows, as well as to angelstuffing, shika93 and Kaikitty165 for reviewing!

Enjoy!

Chapter 5

"Who the fuck is Negan?!" She spat out, her eyes narrowed as she watched the smug man standing in front of her.

"Sugar, Negan is ya new god. He says to jump, ya ask how fucking high and how many times. Now, a pretty liddol thing like ya can't be out here on yar own, where's yar group? I think we need to pay them a visit! A friendly greeting from the Saviors!"

"I don't have or need a group, I can kill you fuckers all on my own!" She spat out, her eyes spitting fire as she imagined all the ways she could kill them. The problem was the two guys in the back. They were too far away for her to kill quickly if she killed the two in front of her and with those semi-automatics, she would be riddled with bullets before she could even take one step forward. Joseph regarded her silently as Arat glared, her fingers tightening around her gun as her body tensed. Obviously, they recognized something inside of her.

"Ya know what, I actually believe that. So, I'll amend my question. Where are yar supplies? A scary girl like ya would have a bunch stashed somewhere I think. Where is it?"

"I don't have any supplies dumbfuck, that's why I was here!" Her head snapped to the side as his fist connected to her cheek and she grunted in pain, spitting out some blood.

"Wrong answer. Where is yar supplies?"

"I don't have an-" Another fist connected to her other cheek, hard enough to knock her to the ground where she lay gasping, trying to shake the ringing from her head.

"Come on sugar, I can do this all day. Where. Is. Your. Supplies?"

"Go to hell!" She spat, her eyes defiant as she pushed her body up from the floor. She didn't see the next blow coming, as she had been watching the man and so was not prepared for Arat to kick her in the side, right where her ribs had been fractured previously. She screamed, tears involuntarily springing up in her eyes as she cradled her ribs that had been so close to being completely healed after being jumped by the claimer assholes. Blow after blow rained down on her and she tried to curl her body up, protecting her ribs from further damage. Fractured ribs were bad enough, broken ribs was an outright pain in the ass to deal with. Finally, the blows stopped and her entire body shuddered with pain. She could feel her mind wanting to retreat, to enter the whiteness, but she knew in this situation, she would die if she went into a rage. Her mind heaved and fought against her body's involuntary reaction and she managed to focus on the man crouching in front of her again, the white spots disappearing from her vision.

Not today

"Now, are ya going to be a good liddol girl and show us where yar supplies are?" She nodded slightly, her halted movements screaming out the pain she was in and her body flinched as the man clapped her shoulder, smiling broadly.

"There ya go, all ya needed was some proper motivation! Atta girl. Luke, come help this young lady up, she graciously agreed to share 'er bounty with us!" Anamika grunted as a young stocky man came forward and hefted her up, slinging her arm none too gently around his shoulders as he about dragged her forward. She let her head loll forwards, making sure she stumbled along and placed a lot of weight on the guy. It made her seem worse off than she was and would hopefully help to have them underestimate how capable she is. Her eyes flinched when the bright light outside hit them and her headache started to worsen.

"Now, where are ya supplies liddol girl?" She grit her teeth, promising herself he would go slow when she killed him, and she nodded her head slightly to the right.

"It's a truck, parked in that alley o'er there…" She slurred slightly, swaying her body as if she was losing strength. The group of five, including her, set of towards her truck, the man whistling when the army vehicle came into sight.

"Well damn sugar, ya got a nice ride 'ere!" They walked around the back and Arat frowned when she saw the thick padlock on the doors.

"Where's the key?" Anamika swallowed, unwilling to give up her key but knew she had to for her plan to work.

"Pocket… inside my shirt at the collar." Joseph stepped forward with a leer and instead of just turning her collar over, he slid his hands under her shirt from the bottom, trailing along her skin and copping a squeeze of her breasts as he brushed past them. She gritted her teeth as her eyes burned holes into him and the ways she was thinking of killing him just became more brutal.

"Now now sugar tits, just need to get ta key." Keeping her body heavy so that Luke had to support most of her weight, she watched as Joseph handed the key off to the unnamed fourth guy, his eyes never leaving hers as he leered at her. Anamika tensed as the fourth guy approached her truck, sliding the keys into the lock and unlocking it, pulling the chain from between the handles. She wanted to smile as she saw Arat focused on the guy who was about to open the doors, as that would give her a chance in the next moment, but refrained, as Joseph was still watching her.

The guy grabbed both handles and flung the doors open, and in the next second, an axe that had been attached to the roof by the tip of its handle and wired to the doors was embedded in his head, as the force of him opening the door pulled the axe forward and into him. In that same instant, Anamika uncoiled her body that she had kept ready and spun around the man holding her on her good leg, ripping the lockpicks from her bun in the same motion and plunging them into the sides of his head through his ear canals. Arat was just starting to turn, her gun coming up when she threw the now dead Luke at Joseph and tackled Arat to the floor, ignoring the agonising pain in her body, specifically in her leg and ribs. She punched Arat twice in the face, hard and fast and watched in satisfaction as the woman lost consciousness.

Knowing she couldn't spare a moment, she whirled around, Arat's gun in her hand and fired towards Joseph just as she heard another shot. A bullet ripped into her shoulder, but she was satisfied to see that her bullet had also met his mark and Joseph lied on the ground, groaning from the wound in his chest. Gasping out as tears pricked her eyes, she ground her teeth together and forced her body to stand up, limping over to Joseph. She glared down at the man, her chest heaving as she struggled to breath, but vengeance thick on her mind. His eyes met hers and she could see him gearing up to fight her, so her foot lashed out and kicked the side of his head, ignoring the resulting pain. Again and again she kicked him, his face becoming steadily bloodier until finally he was just a mangled lump of flesh moaning in agony. However, she didn't stop until his head caved in and even then she continued on until his head was a smear on the floor.

She crouched down over his body, grabbing her knife from his pocket as she ripped his shirt open and started carving, her eyes glowing with an unholy light as her face was set in a snarl. Three jagged slashes later, a large A was carved on his torso and her body was covered in fresh blood. A whimper had her looking up in time to see Arat's horrified eyes staring at her and before she could react, the woman was up and sprinting away from her. She leapt up in pursuit, but in her rage had forgotten about her injured leg and so crashed to the ground with a feral scream as pain ripped through her body as she put her full weight on her injured leg and then continued to fall on her injured ribs and shoulder. By the time she had gotten up and out of the alley, Arat was tearing down the street in the saviors' truck and Anamika decided against pursuing her.

She sunk to the ground, her body shaking at the events of the last few minutes. She wanted so badly to break down, but knew she couldn't. It wasn't safe here. Pulling herself up painfully, she collected her weapons from Joseph's body, along with the weapons they had on them, and loaded them into the back. This simple task took her almost half an hour since she kept having to stop and rest, her breath coming in shallow pants as her body screamed at her. Closing the doors, she stumbled to the front, placing the spark plug back in the engine, and painfully dragging her body into the driver's seat. She slowly drove to the distribution centre, driving in as far as she could and parking the truck. Climbing out, she steeled herself and took several deep breaths, trying to convince herself she could hold on for a bit longer. Opening her eyes, she limped over to where she had dropped her backpack, grabbing it along with the weapons of the other two men she killed. She placed it in the back of the truck and started loading as much food, necessities and cans of gas into the back of her truck as she could fit, which was a fair amount. Finally, she went searching for medical supplies and though there weren't heavy duty stuff, she did find basic first aid kits and over the counter medicine. She grabbed rolls and rolls of medical tape and bandages and all the medicine she could find.

Her truck was about full after a painful two hours of dragging her body back and forth and she loaded the last of the supplies she could fit in, having about cleared the small centre of its food and medical supplies at the very least. Every available space was filled in her truck and she abhorred wasting good supplies, but the one thing she abhorred more was the thought of more of these saviors coming and using the supplies in here to survive another day. So grabbing a firestarter she found in one of the boxes with a camping stove and supplies, that was now packed away in her truck, she went up to the clothes section and started lighting all the boxes and clothes on fire. She walked along as she repeated this every few feet, until the fire was raging out of control as it consumed the objects in the centre.

With the flames roaring at her back, she walked back to her truck, a can of spray paint in her hand. Climbing in the driver's seat, she drove out of the centre and when she got a few yards from the door, she stopped and got out. Walking towards the building, she opened the spraycan, shaking it before carefully spraying as she walked. Finally, she stepped back and admired the scene in front of her, the distribution centre going up in flames and a large red A spray painted on the parking lot ground in front of the building. She smiled as she got back in her truck and drove away, not planning on stopping anytime soon as she wanted some distance between her and the burning building.

Some might call her a vindictive and petty bitch, but frankly, she didn't care anymore.

WD

The day after she sat holed up in a house twenty miles from where she had encountered the saviors, and though she had wanted to get farther away, she had been unable to ignore the pain in her body and the dizziness behind her eyes. A piece of cloth was clenched between her teeth as she grunted and sweated on the bathroom floor of the house she currently occupied. Her hand was holding a medical tweezer from the first aid kit and digging into the flesh of her thigh as she attempted to dig the bullet still lodged inside out. The tendons in her neck strained and her leg cramped as she fought to keep it still. Her breathing came out too fast, she knew, but she was determined to get this bullet out before it caused even more problems, like sepsis. Feeling the tweezer hit something solid, she clenched her eyes shut as she gripped it, making sure it wouldn't slip, and then slowly pulled it out. A guttural scream ripped from her as the bullet left her thigh and her body went slack when it was finally out, her chest heaving as her eyes stung with the sweat pouring into them.

After a second of breathing deeply, she sat up and readied her mind a second time, as she also had the bullet in her shoulder to deal with. She immediately knew this one was going to be worse, as she could feel it lodged snugly against her collarbone. Luckily, it was quite shallow, but the bullet scraping against her bone was worse than the deeper bullet in the flesh of her thigh and it was much anguished screaming later that she threw the second bullet on the floor. Her body slumped over, exhausted from the pain and hardship she had placed it under in the last 24 hours. Not for the first time, she wondered if this was all worth it. Maybe she should just put herself out of her misery. She had nothing she was living for, no people that might miss her and her entire existence seemed to be made entirely out of agonising pain.

After a few seconds of wallowing in her dark thoughts, her body straightened and she shook her head, casting those thoughts away.

Not today

Placing the tweezers on the bathroom counter, she got the needle and thread and started to stitch herself up. She had two nast cuts on her face from the beating she took, so she stitched those up after dealing with the gunshot wounds. Finally, she grabbed some of the large bandages and medical tape and started to tightly wrap her torso, gritting her teeth in pain. However, after they were wrapped she sighed in relief, her ribs feeling slightly better now that they were tightly bound. Packing everything back into their containers, she made her way to the bedroom where her backpack was, stowing the first aid kit away and gingerly lying down in the bed, knowing that she had secured the house and was so safe for the day. She breathed out deeply, her body relaxing into covers as she flung her arm over her eyes. Her body was throbbing, her head was aching and her eyes were burning. She could feel her bottom lip start trembling and it wasn't long before she couldn't hold the sobs in anymore.

That was the first night she completely broke down and cried until her body felt like a dried up husk.

WD

So, what did you guys think? I hope with this chapter, it showed that even though she is badass and more capable than most, she is still human and can be severely outmatched if the odds are against her and even injured. It also shows her having a bit more emotion than just badass survivor who kills everyone with no worries. At least, I hope so. Fear not, her story with the saviors is only just beginning and will be explored further in the next few chapters *grins* Please review and let me know what you thought!