King ☞ r. grimes

92

Day

"Good," a Savior said.

It was the same man front the first group of saviors and the same man from behind the wall.

"You made it! Welcome to where you're going. We'll take your weapons. Now," he said, pulling out his gun.

"We can talk about---" Rick started.

"No more talking. Time to listen," the Savior snapped.

The other men walked up to the group and started stripping them of their weapons.

Rick watched them fearfully as they approached Katie and Carl.

"I think we need to frisk this one," suggested a Savior, pointing to Katie, with a perverted smile.

"You need a pat down, gorgeous? Got any hidden weapons you need me to know about?" The man asked, getting dangerously close to Katie.

She could feel his hot breath on her skin.

She was disgusted. She felt terrified and violated.

"Watch yourself," Abraham snapped at the Savior, defending Katie.

The man glared at Abraham.

He grabbed the machete out of Katie's holster, holding his hand on her hip for way longer than he should've.

He pulled the gun from around her shoulders roughly, but taking the time to run his hands over her skin as he went.

"Alright, let's get her down and get you all on your knees. Lots to cover," the Savior said.

Other Saviors came up behind each of the group members and started forcing them to their knees.

They tried to take Maggie's bed out of Abraham and Rick's hands.

"Hold up! We've got it," Abraham snapped at the Saviors.

"Sure, sure," the Savior said, waving his men away.

Katie and Sasha helped them lower the bed gently to the ground.

Rick and Abraham helped walk Maggie towards the center of the clearing.

She couldn't walk on her own.

They slowly lowered themselves and Maggie to the ground on their knees, supporting her with their arms, using their bodies as a brace for hers.

Rick stood up, but Abraham stayed down with Maggie, holding her up.

Katie looked to Rick for reassurance or anything really.

All she saw was terror.

She wanted to comfort him.

She wanted him to comfort her.