AN: what can I say? I'm having a crappy day and I'm stress writing:/

I do not own or profit from, the Walking Dead

Chapter 3

It was his worst nightmare realized. The asshole was creeping in to her apartment. He had a rope, some duck tape and a knife.

"Jesus Christ" he panted from his chair. "Don't you fucking hurt her!" He screamed and his border collie Ruby came and put her head on his lap looking at him worriedly. He scratched her head absently, focusing on her.

"Sweetheart! please wake up" he screamed. He was panicking now, tears streaming down his face. Ruby whimpered from the floor.

"Fuck no!" He screamed as he watched the asshole tie ropes to a chair in her room. "I'll fucking kill you!" He screamed putting his face in his palms. Oh god, this couldn't be happening.

He imagined himself on his knees next to her, "Please baby wake up, fight, scream. Someone in your building will hear. Please don't let him get the jump on you." He wanted to shake her. "Please!" He shouted.

He watched in a panic as she stirred. Her eyes coming open, she knew she wasn't alone. He saw her hand slip under her pillow and palm a knife.

She turned then quickly her knife in hand.

"What the hell are you doing here Ed?" She said

She was scared, he could tell but he was so god damn proud of her. She wasn't giving Ed the asshole the pleasure of seeing her fear.

"I'm going to show you you bitch who you belong to. If I can't have you I'll make damn sure no one else will want to." He said pulling out a knife of his own.

"Fuck you, you asshole! she's mine!" Daryl said. He had his hand on her back, trying to send her strength, confidence, that she wasn't alone.

"Show me your name baby" he whispered into her neck. "I'll come, I'll help you." He said.

She grabbed a paper from her desk keeping Ed the asshole in her sights. "I have a restraining order right her Ed that says you can't be here." She said. Her chest was heaving. Ed advanced on her suddenly, he got up kicking his coffee table as he heard her screaming.

The restraining order! He focused on the paper that had fluttered to the ground, as she fought for her life. Dammit, it was harder than he thought.

Fuck he panted as he heard her scream again. Focus, he thought and slapped himself across the cheek.

The paper came in to his view. The hazy blur coming in to focus suddenly. Carol Miller, Allenville.

Fuck that was one town away. Grabbing his cell he called directory for the Allenville police.

"Allenville police how can I help you?"

"Carol Miller, apartment 8, Simmons Road, her ex husband Ed is attacking her. He's gonna kill her!" He said slightly breathless.

"Can I have your name?" The voice asked

"Just help her" he snapped and disconnected the call, grabbing his keys he ran for his truck.

An: # 2- I made up the town and the address.