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Kyle had agreed to go out with Allie hunting in the morning, he knew the meat stores were getting low, and he felt like he needed to do his part. It was bonus points in his mind that he was getting to spend time with Allie. Kyle had a crush on her since meeting her a month ago. He was scared to say anything in front of her dad; the man scared the shit out of Kyle. He still wasn't sure if the man forgave him for putting a new hole in his shoulder. Kyle slung the 30.06 rifle over his shoulder, quietly walking a few yards off to Allie's left, as to not distract her.

Kyle couldn't deny he was distracted watching Allie stalk the woods. Her dark hair was pulled up in a ponytail, ash smeared across her face and neck, woodland camo from head to toe. She was beautiful, Kyle could watch her all day, which he had been since moving to the farm. Allie would talk with him a little bit, smile and wave from a distance, but she never made a move towards him until asking him to come with her hunting this morning. Hunting was second nature for Allie that was plain to see. Kyle saw Allie pull her bow up, the arrow zipping through the woods, a wet thunk sound breaking the silence. Allie tore off through the woods chasing after the deer; Kyle took off after Allie, the brush crunching under his feet.

Allie was crouched down by a small doe; pulling out her arrow when Kyle caught up to her. "She's small, but every little bit will help. Here help me get her open and out of here." Allie huffed as the knife in her hands plunged deep into the chest cavity. Kyle worked beside Allie pulling the organs out while Allie cut them free.

"Go find a limb we can tie her to, it will be easier to carry her out that way. Something like six feet long, about the diameter of your wrist. I've got some rope in my pack. I can finish up here." Allie smiled at Kyle nodding, the kid was way too eager to help. Allie knew he had a crush on her; Kyle followed her just about everywhere since coming to the farm. It didn't take long to pack the deer out to the truck, Kyle hefting most of the weight into the back of the truck. Allie hopped into the passenger side, letting Kyle drive back to the farm.

"Hey Kyle, let's stop over by the McCaffrey's and pick some blackberries. I know there's some bushes out by the chicken coop." Allie ran her fingers through her hair, grinning at Kyle. Maybe it was wrong of her to lead him on, but there were games girls and boys played in the chase of a relationship.

Kyle swallowed hard as he nodded, Allie had him wrapped around her finger. All he had to worry about was her Daddy ripping him a new hide for chasing his little girl. Kyle pulled into the McCaffrey's barn lot, Allie grabbing an empty bucket from the inside of the barn before walking towards the chicken coop. Kyle secured a tarp around the deer Allie bagged, last thing they wanted was bugs getting into the chest cavity and laying eggs. Kyle found a vacant side of the barn to take the piss he had been holding in for most of the day. Just as he was zipping up, Kyle heard Allie screaming his name. Kyle slung the rifle down off his back, chambering a round as he ran towards the sound.

Allie was munching on the berries as she picked them off the bushes. Most of them went into the bucket in her hand; the berries would be a well appreciated treat for the group. Allie sang quietly to herself, enjoying the sweetness of the berry on her lips. She heard footsteps behind her, thinking it was Kyle to come help her pick the bushes clean. Allie screamed against the hand over her mouth; hearing two voices chuckling.

"Agron told us we'd find berries over here, didn't think we'd find something this sweet. What ya say Scott? Take her back to the house?" Allie could feel his breath on her neck with every word, her stomach twisted painfully, forcing Allie to swallow back the vomit rising in her throat. Allie struggled against the vice like arm crushing her chest, pulling her legs out from under her. Allie's eyes popped open, staring down one of her attackers with all the hate she could muster up, as much good as it would do. She couldn't show fear; it would get her nothing but hurt.

The stocky blonde standing in front of Allie held a pistol level with her chest, grinning evilly at Allie. "Shit Chris, I say we have our fun with her and leave her to bleed for walker bait. What you say sweetness?"

Chris pulled his hand off Allie's mouth, wrapping his arm around Allie's chest, squeezing her tight against him. Allie could feel her ribs rubbing together; the pain was making her see stars.

"Fuck you both! Help! Kyle!" Allie kicked her legs against Chris, only to have her legs kicked out from under her.

"Well sweetheart, that's all well and good. It's what I had planned. Let's pack her up and get outta here before her boyfriend shows up." Chris slung Allie over his shoulder, Allie beating his back with her fists.

"PUT HER DOWN!" Kyle's voice boomed across the yard, stopping Chris and Scott dead in their tracks. Kyle held the rifle steady, the scope trained on Scott, who was drawn down on him. "You put her down and get the fuck outta here and no one has to get hurt, how 'bout it boys?" Kyle was fighting back the fear waging war in his chest; he never thought he would have to draw down on another human being that wasn't a walker. This was worlds different than shooting a walker; this was murder-not that he wouldn't take the shot to save Allie.

"Aww look, it's her boyfriend come to save her. Why don't you put that gun down and get along? You ain't got the balls to pull the trigger." Chris sneered at Kyle, tightening his grip on Allie. Kyle's finger tensed on the trigger, this asshole and his friend were really pushing his buttons. The fear in Allie's eyes said it all; they had plans for her that was likely nothing pleasant. Allie nodded at Kyle; silently begging him to pull the trigger. Kyle squeezed the trigger, the rifle butting against his shoulder.

"Fucker!" The curse was broken by another gunshot ringing through the air. Kyle wasn't sure whose words they were, as his body whipped backwards and pain shot through his abdomen. Kyle could hear Allie yelling for him to go get her Dad; he tried his best to promise her he would. Allie's screaming abruptly stopped; Kyle pressed a hand to his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers. He could hear the two men talking about taking Allie back to the camp, that they were glad it wasn't far. Scott complained about the graze to his leg, Chris assuring him they would stop by the clinic to get it looked at, their voices heading off into the distance, away from Kyle.

Kyle pulled himself into a sitting position through the pain, seeing the two men get into a white Camaro and heading west out of the driveway. It took everything in him to come to a standing position, using the rifle to stabilize his movements as he stumbled for the truck. Kyle slid down the side of the truck, his vision winking in and out as he labored to breathe. This wasn't how he wanted to go; as much as he wanted to get back to the farm and alert Daryl to his daughter being taken, his body wasn't on board for it. Kyle hoped someone found him and put him out of his misery permanently before he turned. Leaning up against the truck door, staring up at the sky, Kyle prayed for Allie's forgiveness, prayed for her safety, but above all others prayed for his own quick death without turning into one of those mindless monsters. He could have swore as he stared at the clear blue sky he heard the high pitched whine of a vehicle running full bore down the road, as his vision slowly faded to black.