Carol could feel his eyes on her. For the past several days she had noticed Jacob eyeing her every time the others weren't around. His expression was dark and she knew nothing good could come of it.

She had been lucky so far that Papa and Charles were never gone too long. She just wasn't sure how long that luck would last.

It was two days later she knew her luck had run out. She could hear the trio talking at the gate how the heavy rains the night before would make the trip longer. Maybe even making it an overnighter.

Carol watched as Papa and Charles walked out the gate. Before completely out of sight Papa turned to her with an expression she couldn't quite read, and then he was gone.

Jacob stood and watched the others leave before turning his sights on Carol. He didn't immediately move toward the cage. He just stood where he was sizing Carol up.

Carols heart was pounding painfully in her chest as he started to slowly make his way toward her.

He stopped just outside the cage. Again just staring.

"Take you clothes off" he said gruffly, reminiscent of her first time in the cage.

Her hands were shaking so bad it took several minutes to remove all of the clothing. She moved her arms to cover herself, but Jacob slammed his hand against the cage and barked out a harsh "No!"

She dropped her hands immediately, standing totally exposed.

Jacob gave her a sinister smile. "You ain't stupid. You know how this is going to go." he growled at her.

When he opened the cage she tried to push past him and run, but knew he would be too strong. He pulled her tightly to him and grasped her breasts roughly.

She fought with everything she had. She brought her head back as hard as she could when he felt him biting at her neck. She could feel his teeth breaking the skin. The shock of the impact was enough for him to briefly his loosen his hold on her. She tried to run, but he recovered too quickly and took her to the ground.

She landed on her stomach, the impact knocking the breath out of her.

Before she could even catch her breath again, the world tilted as she was moved to her back.

"I wanna see your face while I'm in you." he said slightly winded from the exertion.

The heavy arm across her chest held her practically immobile, but she still fought with all she had. Hitting and scratching anything she could reach. She got several hits to his face, but they didn't even seem to faze him.

She started fighting harder when he moved between her legs and she felt him undoing his pants.

Her shout of pain drowned out his grunt of pleasure as he slammed into her roughly.

His arm was still across her chest and his new position caused more of his weight to push her the ground.

Finally exhaustion and knowing there was no point in fighting a battle she couldn't win she went limp. Arms falling to her side as she lost her fight.

Jacob apparently preferred her like this as his movements got faster and more violent.

On a particularly violent thrust Carol's arms automatically jerked wider, her hands searching for anything to grab on to.

Her right hand encountered something hard and she gripped it. When she tightened her grip it moved and she realized she could lift it. It was almost too heavy to lift with one hand but with a new surge of adrenaline she brought the object as hard as she could against the side of Jacobs head.

The blow stunned him enough that he stopped moving and she had enough time to hit him again, even harder this time.

With the second blow he fell to the side. Carol followed him, slamming the brick into his head, using both hands.

When she finally came out of her trance she wasn't sure how much time had passed, she could no longer make out the shape of what used to be Jacobs skull.

She sat staring at the mess, her breath coming in harsh gasps.

She was still sitting in the same position when she heard the voices of Papa and Charles nearing the gate. She had just enough time to grab the hidden knife she knew Jacob kept in his boot and stand before she heard the gate open.

Carol took the moment of shock that caused the two men to stop to flip open the knife in her hands.

Charles was the first to come back to himself, pulled the knife off his hip and with an enraged yell he charged her.

She was ready for him and slammed the knife into the side of neck, before he even raised his own knife. She smiled as she looked in his eyes, pulling the knife out and slamming it in again. She kept eye contact as he fell to the ground, wanting him to know she had won.

She looked up to see Papa holding a gun, but it wasn't pointed at her. He was simply holding it at his side.

He looked much older now starting brokenly at his dead sons.

"I knew he was going to do somethin'. That's why we came back." the old man said quietly. "You do everything you can for your kids." He continued seemingly unaware she was standing there exposed and covered in blood. "You just want to make them happy. That was all I had left. Making my kids happy."

He looked at carol now meeting her eyes and holding them. "That was all I had." He said again, raising the gun to his head.

Carol didn't even flinch.


Daryl had been searching for days, only occasionally catching a few hours of sleep, in the car.

He would find random houses here and there and search them. Never finding any signs of Carol.

If he hadn't been hyper alert he would have missed the almost overgrown driveway. He turned the car to go down the rough trail, but was afraid of bottoming out in the low car, so he left it and continued on foot.

When he stepped out into the opening he encountered a large brick wall. He found the gate quickly. It was already open so he simply stepped through. His crossbow in front of him.

He is brought up short by the sight of a walker in a cage. The walker was pushing himself against the sides, gnashing his teeth toward Daryl. Daryl decided the cage was sturdy enough for him not have to mess with.

There was two more bodies on the ground as well. An older man who was partially covered with a sheet and another man whose head was a pile of mush from what he could tell. His pants were down and his ass was bare. Daryl shuddered to think what he had been doing to incite that much rage.

As he moved inside he found the house empty. He banged against the wall, but didn't hear any movement. From the leftover food on a plate at the table he knew he had only missed the person by a day or two.

From the look of the mess outside he wasn't too upset by that.

In the room off of the kitchen he found a pantry of sorts. The room was full of food, including some jarred vegetables and fruits. He also saw sandwich bags full of jerky that actually made his mouth water. He grabbed one of the bags and tore into it, practically moaning in happiness.

He checked the other rooms which were simply bedrooms. The last door held a much smaller room, almost a closet. He saw a trapdoor in the floor.

He threw open the door and was confronted with only darkness. He took the flashlight he always had on him out and lit up the room below. He could see a dirt floor.

Looking further in the room he could see shackles attached to poles in the ground. He knew from the smell that someone have been kept in here for a while.

The he suddenly remembered the hooded woman with Carol's knife had mentioned being held captive. He knew he had the right place, he was just too late.

His only consolation was that Carol's body was nowhere to be seen.

He stared at the shackles, picturing Carol laying there helpless and terrified.

He realized he was shaking and quickly closed the trapdoor. He moved out of the small room slamming the door behind him. Even though he knew it was ridiculous he moved one of the chairs against the door.

He wanted to get out of there quickly.

He knew it would be stupid not to take advantage of the food, so he make several trips packing the car with as many goods as possible.

As he was making his last trip back to the car his eyes fell on the headless man again. A chill rand down his spine at the thought of what he had done, and who he had done it to.

He gagged as his mind races with images. Almost losing his recently consumed snack.

He raced to the car wanting nothing more than to leave this place as soon as possible.

Daryl drove for miles before pulling over to collect his thoughts. He briefly considered driving back and trying to pick up a trail, but knew realistically he wouldn't be able to find anything because of the storms of the past couple of days.

With a dejected sigh he started the car and headed home.