Luna

-savior-

warning.
this chapter will be dark.

you have been warned.

Luna's pov

My head swirled as my eye lids slowly opened. My emerald irises tried to adjust to the harsh lighting of the room I was now in. I observed my surroundings, panic beginning to set in as I remembered the events that had happened.

How long has it been? Days? Months even? All of a sudden, a dark tall figure entered through a hallway. The walls enclosing us both in the same space looked to be those of an old wine cellar.

I took a deep breath. "Hey cutie." His voice sent a shiver up my spine. Considering I was 14 and this man was in his 30's, his words made me squirm uncomfortably under the restraints constricting my ankles and wrists together.

"What do you want from me?"

My words echoed through the old walls of the basement, making me head pound.
"I want your innocence."
My eyes went wide and I felt as though I was going to pass out. He was going to rape me. My heart began to pound inside my chest cavity and I began praying for something. Anything.

I needed a savior.

I felt my lip begin to tremble as the man aggressively yanked my clothes off. I screamed and pleaded, but I knew it was no use. There was no savior for me.
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This abuse went on for 3 weeks. I have been counting. Although the basement lacks sunlight, I know from my now normal sleep schedule what time of day it is.

I don't scream anymore. I find that I am to numb to move most days. My feet and hands hurt from lack of circulation and my skin is aching for a drop of sunlight. My emerald eyes feel as though they have completely lost their hope.

This is what humanity has come to.

And then, I hear a shot. The moans are something everyone recognizes. Walkers. There had to be at least 10 upstairs. I heard my abuser arguing with another male (image above). Maybe my savior had come.

I began to scream and thrash under the restraints. "IM DOWN HERE! SOMEBODY HELP!" The moans of the walkers subsided, meaning someone had killed them, and eventually the voices of both my attacker and my savior had silenced.

Minuets passed and I felt myself loosing faith. I bowed my head, not allowing tears to fall. Footsteps made their way towards me. I was used to the daily abuse by now.

"L-Luna?"

My head shot up, seeing the silhouette of a boy.
A broken boy with a sheriffs hat on his head stood before me. My savior was Carl Grimes. He ran towards me and cut the restraints of my wrists. I tried to stand, but failed. I weakly fell to my knees and felt my cheeks flush. I hated feeling weak. Carl scooped me up in his arms.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach at the touch of my savior. And that's when I knew.

I was falling in love with Carl Grimes
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A/N- hey guys! so I just wanted to let you know that I included this part to show that Luna isn't weak. She's self conscious and she tries to handle her self, but little by little is realizing she needs to accept help from others. She is damaged and deranged and is eventually going to go insane. but luckily, I think there's a certain sheriff that may prevent that from happening.

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