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WARNING - This chapter contains graphic and adult content. I was really pushing the limits of what I feel comfortable with here folks so let me know what you think...

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Chapter 16 - Carol

It sounded like a war zone, endless gunfire. I'd never heard such a cacophony, even the night the camp was attacked -

Holy mother of god I was in pain.

Every step sent a new shock wave like an earth quake.

Sophia.

The thought of what all that gunfire could mean and her being all alone, frightened and in danger drove me forward, step after agonizing step. I was breathing heavy and fighting blackouts just from my limping pace.

Pa sure did a number on me this time.

It seemed to take forever, but the source of the gunfire finally came into view: the barn.

The geeks must have gotten out. But how?

That train of thought cut off abruptly when I realized the whole group was there, even Hershel and his family, but no Sophie... and no Pa.

My blood ran cold and my brain quickly sorted through all the possibilities, hideous mental flash-bombs that assaulted my brain. I closed my eyes to brace my self against the barrage but that only intensified the images. Suddenly my eyes snapped open staring blindly, filled only with sight of Pa's favorite place to drag me.

The stables.

Intuition told me I was right and the horror of it was too much for me to bare. I felt the old switch being turned on as my brain dissociated itself from emotions and pain.

I was coughing and spitting up blood as I ran but having gone numb I just pushed myself harder. Absently, in some distant corner of my consciousness I realized Daryl must be right about those broken ribs, but I didn't have time to worry about myself.

I had to reach the stables before... before... I couldn't bare to finish the thought.

Crashing passed the threshold of the stables I froze, just for a spilt second, not even the length of a breath.

No.

He was on top of her.

No.

I could see her screaming but all I could hear was gun shots. Sophie was struggling, fighting. She scratched his face. He broke her wrist.

No! NO! NO!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I unfroze.

All the emotions I'd put a lock on since I was 11 years old came crashing down on me like a dam had burst.

I charged as fast as my broken body could carry me, ramming in to him with enough force that I felt my cracked ribs break. I managed little else though. I bounced right off him and hit the ground hard.

Suddenly it was very hard to breath and my vision started going black.

It didn't matter though, I had gotten his attention. He was on me then.

"Didn't I leave you for dead?" spat Ed, from above me.

"Sophia! Run!" the scream ripped from my throat but she must have been in shock. She was crying and kept trying to pull her torn shirt together with her one good hand so she wasn't exposed to the world.

"Sophia wants to spend some quality time with daddy," said Ed, making my skin crawl. He leaned down and licked up the side of my face. "Your all used up. Your old and ugly and I'm tired of looking at you."

His hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed.

I felt the old mechanism kick in. I started shutting down, waiting for it to be over, hoping he killed me this time.

"Sophia? Now, she is young and tight, virgin territory," I felt him harden and my eyes widened in terror.

I have to fight. I can't shut down. For Sophie, I have to fight.

"Remember when I took your virginity? Your momma done gone and killed herself, crazy bitch, and left you and I alone to play together. Now look at'cha, you been had so many damn times I bet I could fit my whole fist up there. Let's find out."

He ripped my jeans down so hard they took the skin off my hip bones. I struggled reaching for my pants.

Suddenly Sophie was on his back she bit into his neck so hard he bled and she pounded her ineffectual fists against his shoulders. He leaned up long enough to elbow her in face, breaking her nose and throwing her to the ground.

That was all I needed. My anger piked and my adrenalin with it, subduing my pain enough for me to snap my body up, despite two broken ribs. I shoved my hand into my pocked that was now by my ankle and my back hit the ground again just as he returned his attention to me.

With no more warning that his manic smile he forced himself between my legs and shoved his fist inside me.

I didn't think I was capable of feeling any more pain but I was wrong. He had torn me open, ruined what ever was left of me.

He was panting now, his erection hard like a blade. He lowered himself to whisper in my ear, "I guess I can through you own last pity fuck for old times sake. That way I can last a good long while inside of Sophia's tight pussy. I'm gonna fuck her little brains out. But first-"

He ripped his fisted hand out of me and my mouth formed in a silent scream.

His blood covered hand went to release his weapon from his sheath, and I released mine, flipping open my buck knife.

He slammed himself into me hard, intending to cause as much pain as he could and groaned in pleasure.

"Your right I said," and he looked down at me confused. I never spoke, never reacted. "This IS the last time."

I slipped my arm around his neck and held him as tight against me as I could before slipping my blade into his side. He roared up in pain but I held on, pulling my knife out and plunging it back in.

"How does it feel to be penetrated by your own kin?" I spat in his ear, stabbing him again.

He broke free of me and wrapped his hands around my neck and squeeze.

God please let us kill each other.

I fought the black out that was coming. I didn't care if I lived, only that he died. I kept stabbing his side again and again and again.

His fluids poured out over my stomach and my hand became sticky with his blood and fluids.

He died flaccid and inside me before collapsing on top of me. His dead weight too much for me to push off. Didn't matter anymore, my vision had gone black and conscious thought was slipping away.

I prayed never to wake up.