The Walking Dead x reader (On Hold)

Chapter two

I opened my eyes when a searing pain went across my left thigh. I looked around and there was lots of people who I didn't even know were surrounding me while I was laying down on something.

How did I get here? I didn't wait any longer, I started screaming and kicking around. There was an old man sitting next to whatever I was laying on. "Hold her down, now!" He yelled and the people didn't need to be told twice, for they were already trying to hold me down, but they were struggling a lot.

There was two older guys trying to catch my legs, one of the older guys seemed to be Chinese. and a little boy who looked to be around his teenage years.

"Ma'am, please calm down. We're only trying to help you." He tried to reason with me. I looked him in the eye but I didn't stop my actions.

I started kicking my legs into the peoples faces, I even knocked the Chinese guy down to the ground.
"Let me go! I don't know you guys. Please!!" I yelled as I choked between sobs.

"It's okay, we're here to help you." The chinese guy got back up and stood by gramps and looked down at me with sadness pouring from his eyes.

The people held down my legs but I was flailing my arms around trying to get lose. "Calm down!" The Gramps yelled. "You're making things worse."

The Chinese guy held down both of my arms. "You'll be okay. We're the good people." He smiled at me.

By now my screams were starting to die down, and the after effects of my fit were starting to flow in. It feels like I've been hit by a truck.

"Whats your name?" The old guy asked me while the Chinese guy starting tying my wrist to the metal bedframe. "My name?" I asked him.

He smiled at me and nodded. "I'm Hershel, and this boy right here." He paused and pointed at the China man. "He's Glenn." He patted Glenn on his left shoulder. "Hey" Glenn whispered.

"These two fellas over here." Hershel then proceeded to gesture to the men holding my feet. "Are Rick and Carl." Rick and Carl looked up at me and did their best to show a nice smile. It's not easy to smile anymore these days.

"One of our friends brought you here. You were badly beaten and running out of blood, you still are. We're trying our best to help you. You need to calm down. We won't hurt you. I'm a veterinarian. Nowadays almost anything will pass as a doctor." Hershel told me, by now I noticed that we were in some sort of prison cell.

I was laying on the bottom bunk, and that we had an audience standing by the doorway.

"Can you tell us your name?" Rick asked me. I looked down at him and locked eyes. His eyes were such a beautiful blue. I stared blankly into face.

No way in hell am I going to give my name to strangers. Even if they give me their names.

I looked down to my left thigh and saw that the blade was halfway sticking out. They were pulling the blade out. That's when panic set in.

I tried kicking and punching my arms again trying to get lose. The guys jumped back so they wouldn't get hit. I started screaming and crying again.

This time Rick stormed over to me and slammed my head down by pushing my forehead down. I let out another screech from the pain my face already had.

Rick leaned in, anger was written all over his face. "You need to stop this. We are trying to help you. If you don't want our help then get the hell out of here. You'll just be a waste of our supplies." I could definitely hear the venom lacing his voice.

"We have no choice but to do this." Rick let me go and pulled out his gun. Everyone stood from their seats. He raised his gun to me and hit me in the head with the handle, knocking me out.