Broken Memories • The Walking Dead Fanfiction

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AN: GRAB A HELMET OR A LIFE JACKET BC THIS BOUT TO BE CRAZY.
It's long, but then again, what am I saying, they're always long pshhh
Just a warning uhh, enjoy :)

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SKYE

"You hear me? You screwed up." The disgusting man's voice was muffled through the car doors and I looked over at Carl.

"Get down." I whispered so quietly that I could hardly hear it myself. "Carl you have to listen to me... these men... they- they..." I tried to explain frantically.

"What? Who are they? What are you talking about?" Carl looked surprised.

I gulped, not knowing how to answer him.

Not waiting for my reply, he shook his head "I need to go help!" He started to shift towards the door, but I gripped his arm.

"Today's the day of reckoning sir! Restitution! The whole darn universe!" We eyed each other fearfully. Suddenly, we jumped at a disturbance at the door of the car.

A large man with a disgusting smirk on his face peered into the vehicle. We both froze, and I shuffled away from the door as he pressed a knife to the window, eyeing the both of us greedily.

The voice outside continued on. "Ten Mississippi, nine Mississippi, eight-." He counted down to what I prayed wasn't a gun shot.

"No! Hold up.." An unfamiliar, muffled voice cut off the leader and I felt Carl hold his breath for a moment.

"You're stopping me on eight, Daryl?"

The new voice hesitated. "No just, hold up.."

"This is the guy that killed Lou so we got nothing to talk about. He's gotta pay. We gotta find that stupid girl too.." I gulped, shrinking back closer to Carl as I got away from the window.

"There a girl in here. She might be it, Joe. Want me to bring her out?" The man at the window yelled, glancing at me and Carl.

I felt my blood run cold. The boy behind me's hand gripped mine, and I clenched Carl's hand so tight I thought I would cut the circulation.

They're going to recognize me.

"Oh really? Yeah, let her join the party! She deserves this just as much as this fellow right here!" The man and leader, Joe, responded. My door was pulled open. Large, dirty hands grabbed my legs and yanked me. I shrieked, clawing at Carl who tried to keep a hold on me.

"Stop moving, girl. Get over here!" He growled as I tried to stay with Carl. The man, much larger than Carl and I, overpowered us both and ripped me away as I tumbled out of the car.

I kicked and screamed in his grip as he dragged me opposite Rick, a tight hold on my shirt and hair. I groaned in pain when I was shoved to the ground.

"Well... now we got the two guests of honor, am I right?!" Joe proclaimed. "I'd love to see of whom I'm speaking to!"

I froze when my head was yanked back, revealing my front to the man who killed my parents. Still holding Rick at gunpoint, I saw a flash of disbelief go over his face.