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083: ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ

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Sami woke to a pounding in his head, and the smell of shit and sweat.

"You're okay." Tara said, somewhere on his right. "You're okay."

He opened his eyes. He was on a hard, hay covered floor. Where had he been? Getting food for Rosita at the fair. He'd been looking at the sheep.

He felt his hands were bound behind his back.

He sat up, looking around almost wildly, but falling. He'd taken a blow to the head, and was tied up by the wrists to a post behind him. His leg was gone, making kneeling harder.

He was in a barn. 

Tara on on his right, tied too. Henry was across from him.

Rodney, Addy, Tammy Rose, Frankie, Tara. They were all tied up, all along the barn. All with cuts or bruises, all looking confused.

Sami was, too. Until he saw the Skins at the entrance to the barn. 

They'd been captured by the Skins. How the hell did that happen?

It was dark outside, and Sami wondered if anyone was looking for them. 

No, He told himself. Assume they're not. Assume you gotta get them out of this.

He and Tara were being held at the front, he could feel people behind him. In front, the others spread on either side. Skins further down again. 

None of them said anything. Which was probably why Sami was so terrified. He'd never been that scared, not since that truck killed his Papa. 

He looked around the room. It was just a barn. An empty, hay filled barn.

His hands were tied tightly. Usually, Sami could get out of bindings. But his fingers felt funny, almost like they were water-clogged, and he knew it meant they tied it too tight.

He didn't know what to do. The Skins were just watching them. By the looks of the ground around them, the others had tried to get out. But Sami couldn't see anything. Any way to get out. 

With them not talking, it felt they were waiting for something. He didn't want to know what.

But then, he heard shuffling behind him.

Looking back, a man in a cowboy hat ran in, hitting the skins with a wrench. Sami would've freaked, if he didn't see DJ with them, one of the Saviors who were now a member of Alexandria.

They all took this as an opening. Sami stood, throwing himself at one of the Skins, knocking it back and and into one of the stalls. 

But his hands were still tied. Sami thought of Rick Grimes. 

He bit down on the Skin's neck, his jaw already in pain with how hard he had to bite down, , the taste of salt and dirt, with a metallic, almost likely sweet taste filling his mouth with the blood, and he screamed, as Sami pulled a chunk of flesh out with his teeth, before spitting a large, wet chunk of flesh to the ground.

He shuffled away, and onto his left leg, looking at the others to see them all fighting. Addy and Frankie kicking a Skin it death, Tara stabbing another as Enid stood up to two of them, knife raised.

Sami grabbed a fallen wooden board from the ground, which proved tricky, and threw himself again at two of the Skins, ramming the snapped wood into their stomachs.

"Tara!" Sami yelled, as one Skin grabbed her, pulling her back. He went to help, but was knocked to the ground, a Skin kneeling on his leg, holding a knife to his throat.