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The man standing in front of us has short stubble hair and facial hair, a gun raised and pointing at us. I still don't lower my bow.

"Merle?" Glenn asks, hesitating before speaking. He still doesn't lower his gun either. That can't be good.

This so-called Merle starts cackling loudly, lowering his gun and holding up his stump for a hand.

"Put your gun down." I tell him, pulling back the elastic of my bow slightly harder.

"Jesus's, blondie. We know each other. Calm down." He says, and I look at Glenn, who keeps his gun up, so I keep my bow up.

"Put it down." I say sternly, and he slowly lowers his gun and drops it to the floor with a clatter.

He starts to walk towards us, and with a warning shot, I shoot just past his ear and immediately reload my bow.

"Woah woah! Calm down, honey!" The word honey lingers on his tongue in a disgusting manner. That's when I recognised him. He grins slyly at me, and I keep the arrow aimed at his head. Its uncle merle. I remember him faintly from when I was around four. He was never nice, and he always scared me. "Is your daddy alive?" He takes a pause. "My brother?" My hand clenches around the bows handle.

"Yeah." I reply, and he seems to be taken aback by my accent.

"Still English, i see." She smiles, his gold tooth glimmering in the sun. "This your boyfriend?"

"No." I take a pause. "Why do you give a fuck?"

"Language missy!" He also pauses like he's trying think of what words he knows. "You take me to him, and we call it even."

"We'll bring him to you. You stay here and then we call it even." Glenn suggests, and he once again takes a step forward.

He yells suddenly and pulls a gun out from behind. One thing about merle, he isn't like me or my dad. He has a shit sense of aim.

He attempts to shoot Glenn, instead shooting the glass on the back of the car. The bang makes me flinch, missing when I attempt to shoot him in the stomach.

Once i try to round the corner again, merlse shouts at me. "Hold up, sweety, hold up!" He has Glenn at knife point.

"Let's go of him. Now!" I scream at him, and Merle just smiles a crooked smile.

"Put the bow down, may. Put. It. Down." He practically growls at me. I hesitate, weighing my options up. I could shoot him, and he might kill Glenn. I could bow the bow down, and he night kill the both of us.. I chose the second option. He's not dying today. Not like this.

Slowly, I draw the string of my bow and drop the arrow and bow together with a clatter.

"There you go. Now we're gonna go for a little drive." Merle disgusts me in every way a person can disgust you.

"Get in the car, now! You're driving." Immediately, I get in the car after he tells me to. It's a good job that i learnt to drive just before the downfall.

Rage is bubbling inside of me. Each step i make i fear is the last I might ever make. And, the person on the other side of the other side of the gun is my uncle.

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I attempt to move, but I can't. The only thing I can do is listen to what's going on in the other room. The room where Glenn and Uncle Merle are.

"You're gonna start giving me answers real fast, or I'll bring her left hand in. Fuck that, maybe her left leg." Merle takes a pause from the other room, the silence deafening. "Or you could tell me where your camps is. Where my brother is."

A loud group of muffled grunts sound from the other room, making me breathe in deeply. So help me if a hair on his head is harmed, I'll kill him.

The grunts echo throughout the room, and I fiddle with the rope holding my hands together, trying desperately to untie the knot.

"I wanna know where the sheriff is." My uncle calls out, and then he groans. Shit. What do i do??

Grunts follow and the sounds of punching. My top lip twitches slightly in anger. Merle keeps on talking and beating up Glenn.

My nostrils glare, and a few tears spill out of my eyes while I examine that room that I'm in. If anyone rescues us, then I want to know the layout of the area that we're in.

Screams and grunts sound for what feels like hours into it all stops. Shortly followed, a loud guttural scream sounds out, and my eyelids flicker, tears pouring down my face like a waterfall.

"No." I mumble once complete silence follows. "For fucks sake. Please, no!" A small sob escapes my lips.

Eventually, my hysterics die down, but my anger doesn't.

That's when the door opens opposite me.

A man walks in, strangely calm. His hair is brown like mud or shit and his body language just... scares me. I have no clue why, but he just seems so seriously tense.

I have to look up at him, and he smirks a dirty, terrifying smirk.

"So." He pulls out a chair opposite me, the other end of the round table I'm sitting at. "I'm gonna start now. Where are you from?"

"Is he alive?" I ask, choosing to ignore his question completely.

"Answer my question." He denied me permission to know if he's okay.

"How about you answer mine?" I retort, and so he stands up, walking around me until he reaches my rope. To my surprise, with a slash of his knife, he cuts the rope, the rope falling limp.

"Try anything, and I'll bring Glenn's left foot in here." He tells me, and I don't nod. I don't do anything in response. So help starts to speak again. "Stand up."

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A/N: I've been writing all night i can't stop help