Kristi's POV
-two days later-
"Help!" I yelled as I jerk awake, looking around the room. The walls were grey. The floor was grey but spattered with blood. This room is hell for me. I lost Carl when I got shot in the leg by him.
I hear the door open again and I hide under the plain thin blanket.
"Shut up, you whore." I know that voice. He comes by every few hours. His name is Mad Dog. I don't know why he goes by that but he does. Maybe it was his fucked up face.
"S-sorry." I mumbled. They have beaten me to my worse. I'm practically laying in my own blood from all the things they do to me. They have burnt me, raped me, and whipped me. I don't know what to do anymore.
I'm not going to be saved. Mad Dog walked out but left the door open. I know what happens when he does that. He wants me to try to escape so he can have his way with me. I miss Carl and the group. I miss my bed. I miss food.
I wanna be saved from this hell. I probably look terrible.
-few hours later bc why not-
Gun shots.
That's all I hear now. Not from me. I think it's from Mad Dog or something coming in. Maybe it's my chance to actually be free. Unless they're playing me and just hoping I do.
"Psst!" I hear outside of the now closed door. I got up or at least try to but I spoke out, "I'm here!"
"Thank god, you're still alive." The door opened and there's Carl at the door. His face looks terrible. His hair has gotten flat and he looks beaten.
"They had me in another room but my dad got me out." He said walking over to me and picking me up with a grunt. "Dad!"
Rick came in quickly with blood covered on him. He went over to me and took me from Carl's arms as I felt myself becoming weaker.
"She's not going to make it, Carl." He mumbled quietly to him and I looked at both of them.
"About that... I.." There it goes. The blackness caught me.
