AN: hey, might be a trigger warning here for assault. I'm no good at writing action sequences -_- so I feel like this sucks. Let me know what you think.

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Chapter 7

No no no, she handed Merle a knife, she needed to get her ass back to the car now.

Daryl grunted softly against the gag in his mouth, but it was too late. She was gone. Shit, what the hell was she planning?

Merle was working on his ropes. He knew without a doubt, they were going to need the distraction Carol was planning, but he hated it anyway. She shouldn't have to do it. Especially when... He stopped that thought right there.

They had nothing other than the knife. They were going to have to wait until they were all free and the attention of the group was somewhere else. Otherwise who ever was still tied would probably get a bullet to the head.

One was currently sleeping and snoring, drooling up a storm, their "guard". Four were at the front of the store, arguing about who to eat first, and one he assumed was out front on watch.

"Loooooook here boys, what I found skulking around outside. Them boys were holding out on us I think. They had a women with them."

Daryl's head shot up as he watched Carol be drug in basically by her hair. Fuck no. She was struggling, holding onto the guys hand so he didn't pull a handful of her hair out.

"Please don't hurt me." She whispered tearfully her voice sounding off. "Please."

"We ain't gonna hurt you sugar." One of the assholes cackled. "What's your name?"

Fuck Daryl's heart was literally breaking, Carol looked so scared, her eyes were filled with tears. Goddamn those eyes. How could those assholes look at those eyes and not be affected.

"Nancy"

Nancy...what the fuck? He felt Merle slip him the knife then. What the fuck was she doing?

"Please...I'll do anything." She whispered. She was drawing them in, her eyes were unbelievable. She was putting out so much raw emotion. The assholes were affected, she had them all held enthralled for a different reason then him he supposed. He got through his ropes and handed the knife to Perez.

"Anything...well now...that is interesting." One of them came a little closer to her. Another stepped forward as well leering like a damn fool. Daryl felt his body tense he didn't like the looks on these guys faces.

"You're a little old for our taste but a women is a women and you got a hell of an ass on you. Why don't you give us a show?"

The men cackled like they were the funniest mother fuckers ever. Daryl seethed in rage. They were dead, they were all fucking dead.

She nodded shakily, and shrugged of her coat. Her hands were shaking and a near constant trail of tears wear dripping down her face.

Her shirt came next, her hands seemed to shake more if anything.

He'd seen her stomach, when they had stitched her up. Fuck ...she was beautiful Daryl thought then was disgusted at himself for thinking that.

"Very nice" one cackled "those boys were rough on you...you like it rough Nancy?"

The rest of the assholes thought that was hilarious as they watched her shaking hands fumble with her belt.

Fuck fuck fuck, Ceasar better hurry the hell up, there was no way he could watch much more of this. Daryl thought.

The assholes were getting impatient with Carol fumbling with her belt. The two closest were stepping closer as she fumbled with her belt.

Daryl risked a glance to the side. Martinnez was up, and had the sleeping guard down without making a noise.

The two assholes stepped forward at the same time, losing patience. Carol's hands fell to her sides and suddenly she had two knifes in her hands. The two assholes were dropped before they knew what was happening. Blood spurting from their neck.

The other three were dispensed quickly, and they were panting catching their breath. Carol had an odd distant look on her face, staring at the two men, she killed. Daryl bent down to pick up her shirt and to cover her up. That's why he didn't see him, there was actually seven assholes.

One stepped into the store, taking in the scene he lifted his gun quickly. Carol saw him, he was pointing his gun towards Merle and Perez.

No" she shouted jumping as the gun went off pushing Merle out of the way and alerting Perez.

Daryl's head came up as Ceasar took down the asshole with his reacquired gun. But it was too late. Carol was already on the floor a bullet wound to her shoulder and bleeding rapidly.