I hear metal hit glass softly and my eyes shift over to the car. Some guy is leaning into the window and leering at Carl in a way that makes my blood boil and my stomach turn at the same time.

The guy continues "shit, and I was thinking of turning in for the night on New Year's Eve. Now who's gonna count down the ball dropper with me, huh? Mississippi. Nine Mississippi. Eight Mississippi."

"Joe!" A voice I never thought I'd hear again calls from the dark. I can't contain my gasp as I look up. Daryl is walking towards us, his eyes fixed on me with a mix of shock and fear "Hold up."

"You're stopping me on eight, Daryl." The guy says impatiently

"Just hold up." Daryl says

"This is the guy that killed Lou, so we got nothing to talk about." The guy next to the guy who had been pointing his gun in my face says

"The thing about nowadays is we got nothing but time. Say your piece, Daryl." The older guy says

"These people, you're gonna let 'em go. These are good people." Daryl says moving almost directly in front of me.

"Now, I think Lou would disagree with you on that. I'll, of course, have to speak for him and all 'cause your friend here strangled him in a bathroom." The older guy says

Joe moves so he is between Rick and I, his gun still against Rick's head. He leans down and smells me. I flinch away from him "Miss sweatshirt"

"What?" I ask, scared and confused.

"You left your sweatshirt back at that house. You smell better in person" Joe says

"Ew, get away from me" I snap. Probably shouldn't have but ew!

Joe sits back and hoots with laughter "You're a feisty one, ain't ya? I think we'll keep you" He grips my face and forces me to look at him "You look like Snow White. Unfortunately darling, this will not be a fairy tale for you"

"Joe, hey, you want blood, I get it." Daryl puts down his crossbow and opens his arms "Take it from me, man. Come on"

My heart stops and on instinct I throw myself forward and into Daryl's chest "No!"

"Well Daryl. You know Snow White huh?" Joe asks

"She's a hot little piece, check out that ass and those tits!" The guy who had his gun on me says.

I realise the mistake I made and cling to Daryl tightly and whisper "I'm so sorry"

His arms wrap around me "Don't hurt her, Joe. They're good people"

"Now, Daryl. This man killed our friend. You say he's good people. See, now that right there is a lie. It's a lie!"

A hand grips my hair and I'm pulled from Daryl roughly and sent flying to the floor as Daryl takes the butt of a gun to the gut. He groans and is pushed away.

"No!" I shout

A hand comes down on my face harshly and my head snaps to the side on impact. "Teach him, fellas, teach him all the way."

I watch as Daryl gets beaten and the door of the car is opened and Carl is dragged out. A body descends on mine and I feel hands pulling at my clothes. A cold fear falls over me as I struggle against the guy who had his gun on me earlier.

"No! Get off of me!" I scream, this earns me another slap.

"Shut up bitch!" The guy spits at me

"You'll get yours. You just wait your turn." I hear a guy say

"Listen, it was me. It was just me." Rick says desperately

"See, now that's right. That's not some damn lie. Look, we can settle this. We're reasonable men. First, we're gonna beat Daryl to death." The older guy says and I struggle harder with another cry

"Then we'll have the girls. Then the boy. Then I'm gonna shoot you and then we'll be square." The guy continues, ignoring my pleads to leave Daryl and Carl alone.

I am suddenly thankful for my lairs of clothing. It doesn't stop this guy. His hands are on my shirt and he pulls it up as far as it can go. I scream and fight harder. My knife is lying just inches away.

"Please, leave her alone." Daryl cries over his beating

"Let them go!" I hear Rick growl angrily.

I see Carl getting attacked over this guys shoulder. Oh god no! Tears are in my eyes at this point. This guy is grabbing my breasts like they're squeeze toys and I smack his hand away.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I snap

He grips my face tightly and licks the side of my face "Snow White tastes good"

The guy pauses as a gunshot is fired. I look around desperately and see the older guy has staggered away from Rick holding his gut. I recognise the look on Rick's face and shudder slightly. These people are in for it.

My distraction gave this guy an opportunity to unbelt my jeans and I kick my leg up but miss my target. "No!" I scream. He is not doing this to me! Not to me! The guy punches me across the face and I feel my mouth fill with blood. I spit it in his face. I'd rather be beat than raped. He takes the bait and starts punching me in the stomach over and over again.

Another gunshot fills the air, followed by a scuffle. I can hear Carl cry out and I fight back, this guy is getting a few licks as well. He is sitting on my legs making it very hard to fight back.

Suddenly I hear a scream. I look up to see Rick spitting flesh out of his mouth and Joe hits the ground with a hole in his neck. There is a pause. The guy on top of me is distracted and I punch him hard in the stomach and dive for my knife. I turn back and throw myself at him and just start stabbing. Any part of his body I can think off. I hear two more gunshots followed by a male scream. I just keep stabbing. Hands grip my wrists and pull me back.

"Angel, Angel, stop! Stop!" Daryl's voice sounds in my ear.

The bloodlust dissipates and I can see properly again. I only hear our breathing now. I break down and start crying uncontrollably.

"Shh, shh, I've got you" Daryl says in my ear as he holds me against him and rocks me back and forward.