Walking Dead: Building Your Own Hope

Chapter 6 of my Walking Dead story, warning, this is a pretty grim one.

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Season 3: Episode 6

Eliza couldn't help the panic that bubbled up inside her, breathing heavily through her nose, making muffled squeaks through her gag. Thanks to the blindfold she couldn't see anything, she couldn't move due to the ropes binding her wrists, securing her arms behind her back as well as her elbows to force her arms straight, painfully so. More ropes secured her ankles, knees and thighs while ropes surrounded her upper body to pin her arms, the ropes were secured far too tight. She shivered in the cold room due to still wearing only her pyjamas, to her dismay, her fear proved too much. No matter how strong she tried to present herself to her captors, to not let them break her, they had, tear tracks easily visible slipping down from her blindfold.

'This can't...how could this have happened, what...what's going...Are these the Saviours?' She thought in a panic. 'Mom, Dad, Louis…'

She knew her family were all captive with her, well, was certain her mother and brother were right there with her, both on either side of her. The only clue her father was there was the noises he made. But then they heard the door open and their nightmare grew to a whole new level.

They were all frozen, only their heavy breathing remained, as they listened to the heavy boots of the man who entered as they made contact with the floor, all while he paced the room, clearly towering over them.

"Well, well, well...shame it had to come to this, Morales, my boy." A drawling voice remarked as the footsteps stopped briefly. "You should've thought long and hard about what you were doing before you crossed us. We had a terrible time trying to tidy up that mess you made."

There were a few sounds and then, suddenly, the sound of a heavy blow and Eliza let out a muffled shriek as her father cried out in pain.

"Well...where is it?"

To Eliza's shock, her father spoke, gasping. "I don't...I can't…"

The man mockingly tutted and Eliza could picture him shaking his head. "You know that's the wrong answer."

The man's footsteps were audible again, along with a new sound, a scraping noise, as if he was dragging something along the ground.

"No-" She heard her father choke out.

"Well then, talk...We've got other methods." The man replied with a snigger.

There was a long pause which made Eliza freeze up again, going by the sharp intake of breath and what she felt against her left shoulder, Louis had done the same.

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Eliza flinched again as she listened to the screaming, all the while trying to focus through the pain. It seemed like this man, this guy who seemed to be the leader of the Saviours, along with what seemed to be two others, were taking turns interrogating her father then torturing either him, or one of the other family members. Eliza could only groan into her gag, more tears slipping past her blindfold as she tried to focus against the burning pain in her ribs, the burns to her legs and arms. The beatings were most common, but they also seemed to have some sort of tools that they were using, torture tools like an obvious whip that had been used on her and, by the sounds of it, her mother too.

'Please, please stop this...Dad just, just tell him...wait…' Her mind raced, but she began to rationalise things. 'Dad isn't refusing to tell him, the way he's saying it, he really can't tell...Whatever happened, he doesn't know the end result and so can't tell them that.'

She squirmed, moaning into her gag, hearing the same from the others, her father's pleading, why wouldn't they listen. The most recent torture involved some sort of tool that was delivering short, sharp and extremely painful electric shocks, that they seemed to reserve solely for her and Louis, an extra dose of cruelty.

The worst part of all things, at the moment, was the time. The family had no idea how long they were captive for, how long the torture had been going on, they all just wanted it to end, but things were just getting mixed into one long nightmare. Now they heard the heavy footsteps of the boots of the leader.

"My patience is wearing thin, boy." The leader was saying.

Morales' voice was ragged. "I told you, already...I can't…"

"Bullshit, alright then, let's do a...classic." The leader said with a joking tone.

That was when they heard the thunder and knew a storm was now in full flow. Just making things seem even worse. The leader was pacing again and his words were chilling.

"Now, which family member is the lucky one?" He gave a short laugh before doing something that was clearly off, which just made it more terrifying. "Eeny meeny miny moe-"

The fear was too much and Eliza could only hear laughter, worse, based on the comments of the other men, it wasn't just her, although luckily for her, she hadn't reacted the same way.

"It." The leader finished and laughed. "Well, we have a winner."

"NO!" Her father cried.

Eliza had no idea who had been picked, but the fear had caused her to finally start sobbing and crying without even trying to hide it. It was clear Louis was doing the same and, going by the mocking of the other men, had unfortunately also wet himself. Eliza didn't judge her brother though, she could feel she was pretty damn close to losing control of her own bladder.

Her horror spiked as she realized at last, she had been chosen, for she was suddenly grabbed and yanked forwards, away from her brother and mother. Her arms were then, shockingly, untied and while her arms tingled and felt numb, pins and needles filling her whole arms. One of the duo accompanying the leader grabbed her right arm and twisted it behind her back, the other took her left arm and held it out, namely pinning her hand down. Then the leader spoke again, much closer.

"Now, let's get started, you have brought this on your daughter, Morales. So this is all on you." He said.

That was when Eliza felt pain again, extreme pain that caused her to scream, only the gag and the thunder outside drowned out her screams as the leader got to work on her fingernails with pliers.

End of chapter, things are looking bad for the Morales family sadly. Read and review please.