[Author's Note: This is my favourite chapter I've written so far, I hope you enjoy it too. Reviews are always welcome]

Maybe Beth should have been scared; maybe she should have just left. When faced with the stranger in the store she felt confident. She'd been through enough and whoever was watching her was about to come face to face with a woman with nothing left to lose.

Maybe it was the figure she saw earlier. Maybe they saw her too. Beth shook her head at the thought. There was no way they could have made it down the road and into the general store without her noticing. This was someone else. But this wasn't the time to be thinking, it was time for action. The figure was still standing down the aisle from her. They hadn't moved nor had they uttered a word. This was testing Beth's patients, she had somewhere to be and this wrench her plan could make for a rough time getting back to the cabin.

The figure stepped forward and spoke. A sliver of light hit the face of her mystery tracker revealing the menacing eyes of a man who then spoke chilling words she never wished to hear ever again; "she's mine".

Beth was no ones property and wasn't about to be taken by some low-life who was watching her every move. They way the man spoke insinuated there were others close by. Beth swallowed a lump in her throat. Fight or flight, these were her two choices. Her heart sank; she never locked the car on her way back for the second trip. Thinking it over she knew the chances of getting away were slim and maybe whomever this man was speaking to had already ransacked her car. It could be a large group full of evil men just searching out vulnerable people for their own sick games. Beth didn't want to find out first hand so she knew what she had to do. She turned on her heel knowing the man would come after her. She needed more room to get this job done and wasn't about to be confined in the store.

With her hand on the knife tucked in her belt she was drawing the man to her. His eyes were hungry and menacing, he was making it real easy for Beth's adrenaline to kick in. He came at her without hesitation, grasping at her like a prize. Quick with her knife Beth raised it to the man's face, threatening him to back off. She knew it wasn't going to happen but she had to make him think he stood a chance.

"What's wrong baby, been a long time?" the vile man spoke at her. Filled with rage and disgust Beth brought the knife to the bottom of his neck and didn't hesitate. The knife was in his chin and Beth drew it back just as quickly as it went in. "Fuck you" Beth spat back at the revolting man lying at her feet.

Shaking off what had just happened Beth made her way back to the car, hoping she wouldn't cross anymore pieces of shit like the one she just encountered. The car looked safe enough and after a swift sweep she got in the drivers seat and breathed a sigh of relief. That moment was short lived.

The cool blade of the knife rested firmly on Beth's delicate neck. She struggled to breathe and started to panic. It had to be the guys the man in the store was talking to. "What do you want?" Beth chocked out, knowing exactly what they wanted: her. The asshole with the knife to Beth's neck spoke in a low slightly deranged voice.

"You."

"No!" Beth struggled to get out the word.

"Tough shit, pretty thing. See, me and my boys have been looking to have a little fun. And even though you seem to be a little damaged I trust all the important things are still fully functional."

Beth gulped with the knife still tightly pressed into her. This couldn't be happening, how could she get out of this now? Her mind raced and doing her best not to panic Beth tried the only other option… agree.

"Hmm…" Beth murmured.

"Hmm? Hmm?! This isn't your decision bitch." Growled the man. He slowly released the knife from Beth's neck so she could speak.

"Oh I know it isn't" Beth spoke meekly. "You can be assured I'm in great condition in all the parts that matter." Did she really just say that? Flirting with this bastard made her stomach turn.

"Good to know, sugar tits."

Beth needed to ensure they didn't take her to another location. If she had learned anything from the crime shows on TV (that for some reason she remembered, out of everything) she couldn't be taken to a second location. She turned to look her captor in the eye.

"So, here then? The back seat looks like it has plenty of room for the two of us"

"Yea baby? Well, we were all hoping to have a turn, if you're up to it"

Shit, this wasn't going to plan. There must have been four others outside of the car standing guard. How was she going to get out of this shit storm now? A quick jab to his skull was the plan, not to be raped by five men and live to talk about it. Beth was in no condition to fight off five men. Once they figured out she had killed one of their own she'd be done.

"We have a camp up the road and we'd be more than happy to have a visitor" the man spoke with a nicotine-stained smile on his face.

Thinking quickly Beth thought maybe if she was able to kill the man without drawing too much attention from the men outside she could lock the doors of the car and speed off to safety. It was an okay plan but there were flaws. These men had guns. A couple of shots to the car and it would be running of flats and worst of all, she could be killed. Maybe it was worth the risk.

"Oh I'd hate to impose" Beth flirted back at him.

"No, you're coming with us" the man pressed the knife to her cheek and drew a thin line along her jaw.

This was it, do or die. Beth fumbled for her knife and grabbed it; reaching up behind her Beth went to stab the bastard when one of the men outside hollered for him.

"Curt, dude, you about done in there? I think a walker got Kenny in front of the store"

Curt turned his head to respond and Beth lunged over the drivers seat and into his chest with the knife. She had done it but now she was teetering over the headrest and his buddy had seen most of what just happened. Beth used her right foot to find the car door locks, *click*. Curt was still breathing but loosing blood rapidly all over the backseat. He was still attempting to grab Beth in anyway he could. Thinking quickly Beth rammed her knife into his temple and slid back into the drivers seat. A hail of gunfire was heard and Beth saw a heard of walkers coming her way. She wondered if anyone ever thanked God for a heard of undead corpses. Slamming on the gas Beth was speeding out of the township with a dead body, a second knife and enough supplies for two weeks. Not a bad haul.