I have been so nervous about posting thing chapter, but after the number of reviews I received for chapter 2, I thought it was unfair to keep it any longer! I've edited and edited and edited, and I feel that this chapter comes across how I wanted it to, but whether it'll be to everyone's liking…I don't know!

Just please keep in mind when reading, that some things with my OC may seem a little off…but trust me, I'm working on me big plot twists and a lot of character building, so bear with me! I really hope you enjoy and don't forget to let me know what you think!

Chapter Three

It was clear by the time that Lila had spent a few days at camp, that not everything was as perfectly calm as it had first appeared. It was also clear that by the look of things, no one had decided to kill her or ship her off into the woods.

She wandered around the farm, looking for the best place to set up the tent that Lori and Rick had given her. It was made clear after a while that Lila had been wandering aimlessly around America with little to no supplies, the fact that she didn't even have a tent surprised everyone. She laid out all of the components of the tent, her previously dislocated arm making the task ten times harder and by the time it came to pushing the poles through the layers of waterproof material, she was at a loss.

"You have got to be kidding," She groaned, allowing her head to fall forward onto the grass, the tent pole clutched in her good hand.

"Need a hand?" A rough voice sounded from behind her. She turned her head to the side to see Daryl already grabbing one of the tent poles and shoving it through the tent as swift as humanly possible.

"I blame my parents," Lila muttered.
"Huh?" Daryl grunted.

"They never took me camping," She laughed, but Daryl's lips didn't twitch into any form of emotion.

"You ain't a people person at all are you?" Lila laughed, watching Daryl as he moved around the tent, he merely shrugged in reply.

"You were much more talkative when I was dying by the roadside," Lila raised an eyebrow in his direction and Daryl finally took a minute to glance at her, she noticed instantly the icy blue of his eyes and had to force herself to look away.

"You can't put up a tent, how the hell'd you survive out there?" Daryl asked absently.

"Sheer good luck and determination?" Lila smirked, folding her legs beneath her as she watched Daryl.
"No, get up," Daryl nodded towards where she was sitting.
"What?" Lila frowned.

"I ain't doin' this shit for ya, get up and learn somethin'." With that Lila looked around before standing up with a slight struggle with only one arm to balance her, she winced at the pain in her side but tried to ignore it. She walked around to where Daryl was stood and glanced up at him.
"You have my full attention," She smiled sweetly and Daryl just scoffed, shaking his head, she wasn't showing it but she was finding it difficult trying to talk to him, she held whatever worries she had deep inside her, ignoring the nervousness in her stomach.

"This needs to be put in here for the tent to stand," He pointed out to the numerous tent components, "You tie that to that and it should hold its own. Peg it down, that's it." He listed.

"All of which will be easier with two arms," Lila grinned mockingly, Daryl glanced sideways at her. She couldn't help but stare at him a little, talking to him brought a heavy feeling to her chest, she was trying too hard around him – she was trying too hard to be normal and she knew he could sense it.

"Where you from anyhow?" He asked.

"New Orleans," Lila replied.

"How'd you end up here?" Daryl took note of how Lila's expression changed as soon as he began asking questions, her eyes left his and she moved around to the front of the tent, opening the door and glancing inside.

"Looks homely, right…nice empty…waterproof shell, excellent." A rustling in the field beside her broke her from her previous distraction and she stood quickly to her feet, her eyes wide with fear.

"Stay here," Daryl instructed, immediately pulling a knife out and walking slowly and carefully into the field, the long crop reaching his shoulders in height.

Whether it was stupidity, or the fact that she was so used to taking care of herself, Lila walked into the field after him, the rustling was closer now, the groaning soon followed. Lila's heart was thumping in her chest and she was shaking, with no weapon and an arm still strapped to her chest she wasn't exactly confident in her abilities, but why should she trust a man she didn't know with her life? That blind trust hadn't helped her so far. She soon didn't have a choice but to stay and fight, a walker had already spotted her, immediately moving quickly towards her. She looked around herself, picking up whatever was closest – which happened to be a fairly large rock. The weight of it caused her arm to ache but as the walker gained on her she stepped forward, putting all of her body weight into lunging towards its head. The rock caved in the walker's skull with the first blow, forcing it to collapse to the floor. She dropped the rock and instantly began kicking the things head until it no longer resembled anything but mush. Her breathing grew more and more irregular as she continued to kick the lifeless walker.

"Hey, hey," Daryl's voice called as he moved towards her, but he couldn't break her out of her hysteria, still she was kicking the shit out of the walker.

"Hey!" He yelled, his arm gripping onto hers and pulling her back. Instantly, she turned to hit him, but he caught her hand mid swing, holding it in front of her. He studied her blood spattered face as her eyes returned to their previous, soft expression, he could sense that her eyes weren't naturally that sweet and unassuming, something had changed in her. Her cheeks flushed pink and her gaze left Daryl's in embarrassment.

"You still planning on throwin' me one or can I let you go?" Daryl questioned.

"Sorry," Lila apologised, pulling her hand free from Daryl's.

"So you ain't as helpless as you look?" Daryl scoffed, walking back towards the farm house. Lila followed him, quickening her pace to catch up with him.

"I can't shoot a gun to save myself and I've never owned a knife but…I'm not defenceless, exactly," Lila laughed nervously.

"You can't just go stormin' off after walkers with no weapon, it's dumb as hell."

"Sorry," Lila replied.

"Quit apologising," Daryl hissed as his pace quickened, leaving Lila by herself.

That afternoon, Lila did her best not to agitate anyone in the group. Already she felt like an outsider, annoying everyone around her wasn't going to do her much good.

She walked through the farm, her feet bare as they padded along the soft grass. She'd missed the feel of grass; it felt like years since she'd last walked in a park or lay in the garden. Such relaxing pastimes weren't an option anymore. She reached the barn and traced the wood with her fingers, walking around towards the door she came to an abrupt halt. There was a rustling coming from inside, as if something were knocking against the floor. Her stomach tightened into anxious knots and she couldn't help but start to feel a little sick. Against her better judgement, she pushed her hands against the doors, peering inside, she couldn't see any walkers, but the noise continued. She stepped inside; the sudden cool cement beneath her feet was an awakening shock…but nothing compared to what she seen in the barn. The man was tied up, cloth across his eyes, his face bloodied and swollen.

"Holy shit," She muttered under her breath, her heart going a thousand beats a minute.

"Is someone there?" He asked, his hands still fumbling behind his back. Lila's mouth was dry and hoarse, she tried to speak but nothing came out…but it wasn't because she was shocked, it was because she was scared. The man's feet were no longer tied, the rope had been discarded beside him and as his arms began to move out from behind his back, she wanted to turn around and run for her life…but with all of her strength, she couldn't seem move.

The man reached up to his face, removing the blindfold, his eyes widened in a cruel smirk, blood still dripped from his nose.

"Surprise, surprise," He grinned and as Lila turned to run from the barn, the man caught up with her, gripping her by the hair, he pulled her to him.

"Please let me go, I swear I won't tell them I seen you escape, please," Lila begged, tears poured from her eyes in heavy streams as the man turned her around so that his face was just inches from hers. Memories of the past few months came flooding back to her and anger and disgust flooded her.

"You swore you wouldn't run away too…your promises don't count for shit little lady." As soon as his words had echoed in her ears, his mouth was on hers, forcing the taste of metallic blood into her mouth as his hands gripped at her breasts roughly, the pain causing her to whimper.

"Please, don't do this, please," She begged, "Not again, please!" Her voice was louder this time, but his hand soon took care of that – it came suddenly and heavily down across her face, knocking Lila backwards. She had no time to recover as he came down on top of her, pushing her onto her back, his hands roamed all over her, grabbing at the fresh bruises patterning her skin. The bruises his group had inflicted.

"Why'd you have to run away? You followed us home quick enough, weren't you pleased to be with a group? Please you weren't out there on your own?" His lips turned into a cruel sneer as his hand roamed up her thigh, tugging at her shorts.

"We protected you from walker's didn't we? Was it too much to expect a little something in return?" His was whispering in her ear now, she tried to squirm away but it did little good with his weight on top of her.

She knew she had one chance to get someone's attention, she took the deepest breath of air she could and let out a massive scream, surprising Randall for a moment before his hand crashed down across her mouth silencing her. He gave her a sudden punch to the side, causing her to curl into a ball on the floor. She turned over, trying to crawl away, her fingernails tearing away from her fingers and leaving a trail of blood on the cold floor, her previously dislocated arm was forced out of the sling and sent a wave of excruciating pain through her. His hands were on her then, violating her, she felt sick to her stomach and close to passing out.

The door was forced open, shattering against the walls as Daryl and Shane ran in, Rick followed quickly behind them, Randall was ripped off of Lila in one movement, by who, Lila didn't care. As quickly as she could she was on her feet, running out of the barn as fast as her stunned lungs could handle it. Someone attempted to grab her as she exited, but she ripped her arm away from him, sheer terror was blinding her. She didn't care if she was attacked by walkers, she didn't care if she died of dehydration or starvation or lack of goddamn blood. She just didn't care. All she knew was that she needed to get away from his hands.