Miranda's pov
"No. Please!" I whisper, shaking. I never should've left Alexandria. I'd still have Jason and Alex and Daryl. I'm just so scared that I'll never see them again. "Oh Jason, I'm so sorry." I whimper tearing up. "Who's Jason?" My evil uncle grunts, looking at me. I hide my head and don't answer. "Don't make me make you talk?" He growls, inches from my face. "He's my husband!" I cry, trying to pull free of the bounds on my wrists. He chuckles. "There's no use. You'll never break free." He says, kissing my neck, his hands groping my chest. I fight back the urge to vomit and instead scream at the top of my lungs. "Dammit! You scream like that again and I'll make sure you never speak again." He snaps, slapping me in the face and taking off his pants again. "No! Don't! Please! Not again!" I cry, cowering away.
Jason's pov
We were out looking again when I hear an ear splitting scream. My hands shake as I race in the direction of the scream with Daryl right behind me. An old dilapidated log cabin. I bust down the door.
Miranda's pov
"Baby?!" I hear Jason yell. Fred spins around. "You say a word you're walker chow." He warns.
Jason's pov
A bullet shoots down the hallway and I barely have enough time to dodge it. The others luckily dodge it in time. "Who's there?" I shout. "Just a fellow survivor. I'm armed so don't try to steal nothin'." A male voice shouts. "We ain't tryin' to steal. We're lookin' for someone!" I shout. "Wait a minute is that...." Daryl gapes, quietly. Huh? "I'm looking for my wife! She's kinda short, long brown hair, always carries knives on her." I call down the hall. "Knives uh oh!" The guy murmurs.
Miranda's pov
I slowly saw the binds on my hands with the knife that was hidden in my sleeve when Fred bursts back in the room. "Oh no you don't!" He gripes. I scream as he lunges at me.
Jason's pov
I run down the hall after hearing her scream. I slam the door open and see the guy holding her down, her pants off. Holy!! No! I can't! Oh my God! My rage boils over and I grab the freak's shirt throwing him off her. Her knife clatters to the ground. He smashes into the wall. I pick her knife up. "You're dead, motherfucker." I growl, walking over. "Who are you?" He gripes. "That's my wife." I gripe, pointing over my shoulder at the cowering girl I love so much. He pulls out a gun but I kick it away. I grab his shirt in my fist throwing him against the wall. "Nobody touches my wife like that but me!" I scream, stabbing him in the stomach and the chest. Daryl appears in the doorway. "Oh shit!" He gripes. I ignore him and stab him again as he begs for mercy. "I have no mercy for filthy pigs like you!" I growl, stabbing him again and standing up, blood on my hands as the knife hits the ground. "That was our uncle." Daryl says. What?! That makes it even worse. I turn around, her head hidden in her free arm. I cut the other one free and hug her tight, hitting my knees beside her. "I'm so sorry Jason." She whimpers. She's sorry? Why is she sorry? "This isn't your fault." I gasp, surprised and confused. "Yes it is. If I didn't-" "Baby hush none of this is your fault." I say, helping her stand up. "Where's Michonne?" I ask, noticing the samurai's absence. Daryl looks behind him, confused. "She was right behind us?!" He gasps. "Guys!" She yells. We run to the door where a few hundred walkers stalk toward the log cabin. Dammit. They must've heard us yelling. Miranda wraps her arms tighter around my neck. Terror shoots through me. How the hell are we getting out of this one?! Michonne pulls out her sword. "If we go down, we take a few bastards with us." She says, looking at Daryl. He nods sadly and grips her hand. Huh? I take a few steps back, holding my girl tighter. There's no way! They fight off walker after walker while I slowly sneak away. "What are we doing?" She gapes, looking back at them. "We're escaping. We've got a baby to get back to." I say. "We can't just leave them!" She shouts, shocked. "We have to! I won't let you die!" She looks back at them, terrified. "Come on hun." I say, grabbing her hand. She reluctantly takes a step toward me. I hide her head in my chest so she doesn't see anything as a waker grabs hold of Daryl. I choke back a sob seeing Michonne fall against the doorframe. I pull out my pistol. I can't do this. I can't leave them. I shot off a couple shots but they wouldn't back down. "Now there's the Jason I know." She whispers. My chest gets tight and tears fall from my eyes. "I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry." I whimper. "You have nothing to be sorry for. We are dying as heroes rather than living as cowards." She says. She pulls a knife out of her boot and shoots me a smile. "Let's go kick some ass." She says. I shakily nod and shoot more. Just then that uncle of hers stumbles out of the room as a walker. She screams and I shoot him in the head. I see Daryl throw a walker back. He pulls out Merle's M-80. "Jason, get her outta here!" He yells. I look at her. She clasps her knife determined. She's not going anywhere. "Please baby, let's go." I try anyway. "Not on my life." She whispers, running forward, throwing her knife. Daryl shoved her back. "Get the fuck outta here now!" He screams. I grab her shoulders, pulling her back away from the swarm. "No!" She cries, fighting to get free. A few walkers grab Daryl and one bites his arm. I hear his screams as we run away. We run out the back and all the way to Alexandria. I hit my knees in exhausted horror. "Daryl!" She sobs, collapsing to the ground. I wrap my arms around her. She throws me off and pulls out her last knife. "He's dead because of me! Michonne's dead because of me!" She screams. By now a crowd has gathered. "What's going on here?" Deanna asks. "She just watched her brother get torn apart by walkers." I manage to say. I stand up. "Sweetheart put the knife down. Please don't do this!" I cry. She has the knife to her throat. "If you do this, they'd have died for nothing!" I shout, terrified. She looks me in the eyes and drops the knife, staring at me shocked. "Honey?" "Y-Your arm!" She cries. My arm? I look down confused and on my arm is a gash. Most likely from a walker scratching me. Her uncle probably. That's the only one closest enough to scratch me. Two guys grab my arms. "What are you-" One cuts my freaking arm off!! I scream in pain hitting my knees and gritting my teeth. "Jason!" She cries, running over to me. I feel lightheaded probably in shock. Alice runs over and I fall onto my back. The last thing I see us Alice grabbing both my arms and someone grabbing my legs, picking me up before I faint.
