Running. It was all Violet seemed to do. Running from the walkers, from uncertainty, from her past. What will happen when her running brings her right into the path of the Dixon Brothers?
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Her head was pounding when she was slowly brought back into reality. Her vision was blurry, slowly becoming undistorted.
She felt engulfed by the darkness of the night sky. She looked around, being blinded by the light of a fire.
As she started to move, she could feel the toll this day had taken on her body. Every part of her felt stiff and sore. She pushed through the pain.
She walked to the fire with the finesse of a hunter. The blonde man who had felt her up and knocked her out would never hear her coming.
She was behind him and suddenly questioned what she wanted to do to this man.
She knew she didn't have much time to make up her mind so she kicked the log out from under him.
He looked up at her awestruck as she spoke, "If you ever touch me like that again, I will cut your fucking dick off."
The awe painted on his face turned into a smirk, making her grimace.
She had conveniently forgotten about the other man who had tagged along with the blonde.
She felt the cold metal of a gun pressed across her chest, accompanied by the feeling of rough, calloused hands, holding her wrists together. His grip was firm, but not painful.
"You may not realize this yet princess, but we saved your ass. I think a little gratitude is in store." The blonde man spat out.
"You saved me? Or you took me away so you wouldn't have to share me with all those other men?" She snapped angrily at him.
"It ain't like that." The man holding her still spoke. It almost felt like he whispered in her ear. His smooth voice sent shivers down her spine and gave her goosebumps.
"Then please enlighten me. Why am I being held at gun point?" She said, slightly squirming in his grip.
"Because you're a wild card. And we don't know you yet." The brunette answered.
"The name's Violet. Now you know me. Let me go." She spoke through gritted teeth.
"It ain't that simple, sugar." The blonde spoke up.
"I'm not your sugar, your princess, or your sweet heart. And I'm sure as hell not your sugar tits." She growled.
"Well, well, baby brother, we got us a feisty one."
"Merle, you're not making anything better here." The other man muttered.
"You know I might be more open to getting to know you two if I wasn't being held against my will." She said as she squirmed some more in the man's grip.
"How am I to know if I let you go, you won't run off?" The one called Merle asked.
"You're just going to have to trust me." She exhaled.
