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𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

*𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.  𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮*

In the world that we live in there's a lot of things to be afraid of.

Walkers, dehydration, starvation, infection, and other people.

Randall's group of men and Shane's mental breakdown were proof that even people couldn't be trusted anymore.

What I'd never imagined was someone trying to sexually assault me in the midst of the fucked up world we live in.

Forcing someone into something they never wanted to begin with because something inside your brain isn't right and you have an emotional disconnect from right and wrong.

I can't say that I've ever been on the spectrum of right but never fully wrong either, but I've also never tried to fucking assault someone.

It was like a wall had come up in my brain, I could see and feel everything he'd tried to do, recall every sick and twisted moment of it.

Admit to myself it happened, but when it came to explaining it out loud, forcing what I was seeing inside my head into words, everything just stopped.

I'd tried, trust me I had, but the moment I wanted to open my mouth and explain what happened, it was like I was a mute, physically unable to form the words on my tongue.

After, everyone let it go.

He was dead, Gage had killed him.

He hadn't succeeded in his attempt to do god knows what to me, I'd lived, and he hadn't done the unimaginable.

Now, I was in a mental battle with myself to try and keep myself from falling apart from the inside out.

The moment I close my eyes, all I can see is his bloody face scowling at me, feel his hands all over my skin, trying to take what was never his.

Feeling my head connect with the concrete wall he'd shoved me against, his fist hitting my head in an attempt to knock me out.

Watching Gage end his miserable existence with a knife in the eyeball.

Every fucked up second of it all was like a broken record player on a never ending loop in my head.

Sometimes, when no one was around, I'd throw up nothing but bile from my stomach up because I was repulsed by the never ending imagines playing inside my own head, and other's Lilly, Gage, or Glenn had to break me out of the mental separation I was having with reality.

When the third day reered it's ugly face and I was still trapped in my own prison of mental tourment, I knew something wasn't right. I was barely functioning and the moment Gage walked into our cell with a look I've never seen before, that things were changing rapidly for all of us.

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Gage's POV

Three days ago, that sick fuck Tomas tried to touch Amira, probably wanted to rape her and break her because she was quick to make comments, showing him she wasn't like most women the guy had encountered in his life.

I had seen it in the nasty looks he was throwing her way when he thought no one was watching.

It was clear he was sexist, thought the male species was superior to women, and they were nothing but sandwich makers who belonged in the kitchen and used for sex whenever the man wanted it.