Okay so big WARNINGS here guys: Strong Violence, language and rape (actual not just implied). Big thank you to Jaded79 for going over this and getting it back to me so fast, your amazing! And thank you all for reading and I hope you don't get too mad at me lol let me know what you think

Chapter 19

Breaking you down

Daryl was getting anxious, it had taken them longer than he would have liked. Once they had left the town, Daryl had hopped out of the car, telling Rick to get Lori and Carl back to the prison and then meet him back here.

He had found a bike, keys in it. He hopped on, and keeping a good distance he had followed the SUV back to an army compound. He watched as they dragged Michonne and Carol from the cars to what he guessed was a cell area. He wanted to run for her then, to save her, but he knew he had to be smart about this if he hoped to be able to get both her and Michonne out alive.

Getting back on the bike, he gunned it back to the town to wait for Rick to return with reinforcements. It had taken Rick longer to get back to him than he would have liked. It was over an hour to the prison and over another hour back to the small town and by then it was dark.

Daryl was held up in a little school; he ran out quickly flagging them down telling them to keep quiet as a small herd had not long passed through. He ushered Rick, T-Dog and Glenn inside the room. He barricaded it and closed all the blinds, knowing they would have to wait out the night. They would be no use to Carol and Michonne if they got killed or worse, lead the herd right to them.

That morning they knew they had to go over their game plan. They moved to gather all the weapons and ammo they could find in the small town and then headed towards the army compound that Daryl had followed the cars too. Staying low and quiet, they scoped out the place.

They counted at least thirty men and the place had a few walkers chained at the entrance as a deterrent Daryl guessed. They decided the best approach was to attack under the cover of darkness and to enter through the back of the compound so to avoid the walkers. T-Dog was to go with Rick to the holding area to free the prisoners and Daryl and Glenn would go for the Governor. Daryl had made it clear this was the last time that monster would ever be a threat to anyone, and their main rule was to show no mercy, kill anything that moved, dead or alive!

Now they were inside, and all hell was breaking loose. They had managed to get in and to their destinations without being noticed, but when Daryl heard gunfire he guessed they now knew they were there. But it didn't matter he knew he was close. Moving into a room, Glenn close behind him, he stopped to see the Governor using Carol as a shield. Her body was covered in cuts, burns, bruising, and welts, and he wanted to cry at the sight of her so hurt and only in her underwear. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the man step up behind him grabbing Glenn and hitting Daryl in the back of the head turning his world black.

When Daryl started to come to, he felt his head throbbing, something wet dripping from his head down his face which he assumed was blood. He could hear Glenn thrashing next to him, no doubt trying to get free from the same ropes that held him.

He forced his eyes open to see Carol standing behind a desk, the Governor behind her, knife still to her neck. Two men stood in the room now. One was white, tall and looked very proud of himself, Daryl guessed that was the one who had hit him cause the second man who was dark skinned, tall and very well built looked terrified.

"You decided to join us I see," the Governor laughed. "That's good cause I wanted you to see this." He grabbed Carol by the back of the head jerking her back with one hand while the other ripped and tore at her underwear.

"No please stop!," she screamed in fear realising what he had planned for her but before she could do anything her underwear had been torn from her body, leaving her in just her bra. "STOP!," she yelled jerking her head back head-butting him and causing him to stumble but he was on her in a second, smashing her face forward onto the hard table, breaking her nose.

She grasped her face, trying to stop her nose from bleeding and to get the room to stop spinning. When she felt him force himself inside her body, she screamed at the intrusion as he pounded into her, grasping her hips with bruising force.

"That's it, scream for me you whore," he sneered at her.

"You son of a bitch!," Daryl yelled pulling harder on the ropes that held him, trying to get free. "I'll fucking kill you!," Daryl promised the man.

Glenn couldn't watch, squeezing his eyes shut he felt like he might be sick at the display in front of him. Carol stayed quiet as he pounded into her violently, she wanted to scream, yell, fight or something but she knew it was useless and she refused to give him the satisfaction of screaming out again, it just seemed to excite him.

Instead she sobbed quietly as he violated her, her tears mixing with the blood that had run from her nose. She couldn't stop herself from looking up at Daryl who was red faced, jerking franticly to get free. His eyes were tortured and guilty, no doubt blaming himself; she knew it wasn't his fault but she doubted she could ever look at him the same again after seeing this happen to her, she just felt so dirty and ashamed.

"Carol, it's going to be alright, I will get you out of here, do you hear me? I promise I'll get you out of here," Daryl yelled to her trying to reassure her but it was like slow motion. She heard the Governor laugh at Daryl's words as he pounded in and out of her protesting body even harder and she noticed he had knocked over the jar of pens and pencils during his attack on her.

She moved so fast Daryl hadn't even seen it coming, grabbing a small handful of pens and pencils she turned, forcing him out of her body and stabbing him in the neck.

Once, twice, three times.

Blood spurted from his neck as he gagged and gurgled trying to get away from her but he didn't stand a chance. The dark man in the room raised his gun shooting the taller white man in the head. Carol straddled the Governor's waist, and he looked up at her.

"Please… don't…," he begged blood oozing from his mouth.

"Scream for me whore," she hissed throwing his words back at him before thrusting the pens into his eye and pushing it up into his brain ending his life and his torment on others. The darker man moved to help her up but she jerked away at his touch.

"No one touches me!," she hissed. He stepped back putting his arms up.

"I'm not going to hurt you, he held me here too, killed my sister and forced me to protect this camp, I can help you guys get out." She looked over at the dead guard that had knocked Daryl out, knowing that the man was telling the truth. When he handed her the clothes that had been torn off her body, she gladly took them starting to dress. She hissed in pain at the aching throb between her legs.

"Untie them," she ordered him pointing at Daryl and Glenn. Putting on the last of her clothes, she grabbed her bow and knife. Daryl moved for her but stepped back when she raised her bow at him.

"Back off!," she hissed, grabbing the gun from the dead guard's waist.

"Carol sweetie…," he spoke trying to calm her but she cut him off.

"I'm not your sweetie, not anymore," she spat. "You left me to die."

"Carol, I had no choice they would have killed Carl," he tried to explain.

"So instead our baby had to die to save that little brat once again," she hissed, her voice filled with venom and sadness.

"What?," Daryl almost cried at her admission.

"The baby is gone Daryl," she cried tears moving down her face. "You will take me to my friend," she said pointing to the dark skinned man who nodded, moving for the door but jerking back when Rick, T-Dog and Merle ran in.

"Merle!," Daryl gasped stunned to see his brother.

"Hey little brother," he smiled. That's when Daryl noticed Carol was heading for the door.

"Carol baby please we can get through this," he begged. She turned, her bow trained on Daryl and her gun pointed at Rick who was moving towards her.

"Back the fuck off!," she spat at Rick and he quickly stepped back.

"Carol calm down," Merle spoke softly stepping out in front. "I understand, I know what he done to you."

"You know nothing," she replied still not lowering her gun.

"The torture, the head games, the rapes… believe me I know, I have seen a lot while I have been here… please let me help you, let us help you," Merle spoke stepping closer to her.

"No one can help me, not now," she whispered but when she saw him moving closer she pushed the gun flush against his head. "And if you take another fucking step no one will be able to help you either, now back the fuck off!," she yelled at him. He nodded knowing she was deadly serious.

She jerked her head at the dark skinned man silently telling him to go and once he fled she looked at Daryl one last time, her heart breaking but knowing she could never look at him the same again not after what the Governor had done to her.

"Carol please, I love you," he cried tears running down his cheeks. Her eyes glassed over at his words. "I love you too," her mind cried but she couldn't say it.

"I'm sorry," she cried. "I just can't… please don't follow me, I don't intend to make it out alive," she told him crying softly as she turned, running as fast as her feet would take her.

She ran down the hall. She could hear Daryl screaming out her name no doubt looking for her but the compound was in chaos, dead bodies lay in the halls; she could hear the moans of walkers knowing all the noise must have attracted them, but as she rounded the corner she ran into the chest of the man who had helped save her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into a room shutting the door behind her. She saw Michonne and moved to her, hugging her.

"Michonne, I thought you were dead," Carol whispered into the woman's shoulder.

"I thought you were too but I ran into this guy and he told me what happened… pens, really?," she smiled trying to keep things light.

"Everything is a potential weapon," Carol smiled proud.

"Come on, the guys are here," Michonne said moving for the door.

"No Michonne wait!," she begged sounding panicked. "Please, I can't go back to them, I can't look at him not after he left me." Michonne looked at her sighing.

"Carol I know we have been through hell, but he had no choice." Michonne knew Carol knew she was right. "Is that what this is about or is it because of what Daryl saw happen to you?" Carol knew the guard must have told her.

"I can't go back," she cried. Michonne nodded.

"Okay but we are going to have to fight our way out so I need you to stay focused." Carol nodded taking a deep breath, making the decision that she would not die in this hellhole.

"You're going to come with me?," Carol asked hopefully.

"My place is with you now, we'll get through this." Carol nodded; glad Michonne had decided to stay with her.

"By the way, my name is Tyreese and I just wanted to say thanks." The women nodded preparing their weapons.

"Ready?," Michonne asked them both. Nodding their heads, they pulled the door open ready to fight their way out of this hell in hopes of starting a new life for each other.