Remember Me (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Lucille

Panic and anger.
That's the only thing I felt when I woke up completely naked and next to Owen.
I knew these people were crazy but I never knew they would take it this far. I felt exactly like Andrea when she was with the Governor. But this time it wasn't willing. I never asked for any of this unlike her. I slowly looked over at Owen who was sound asleep. I felt a tear escape from my eye as I remembered what happened. I have to get out of here. I have to run.

I slowly moved my hand to my back as I sat up. The presence of my finger was stinging like a bitch, but I had to know what was back there. I had to know what he did to me. I bit my lip as I traced the marks they made in my skin. I already knew it was a W before I even finished touching it. I also knew it covered my entire back. I guess he really did mark me.
With my hands shaking, I slowly reached for my clothes on the floor. My shirt was soaked with blood, but I put it on anyways. I couldn't run around here naked. I climbed out of the bed without a sound, slipping my jeans on. My eyes spotted something shiny on the ground near the bed. My heart leaped once I saw that it was a small pistol. I didn't waste time grabbing it. After that, I thought I was safe.

I thought I would be able to escape without a sound, but I was wrong. Fate had other things in store for me it seemed.
"You're officially one of us now," I heard Owen say as I turned to approach the exit. I sucked in a breath as I heard his voice fill the tent. He was never asleep. He was waiting.
I quickly hid the gun behind my back as I spun around.
I turned on my heel to find Owen glaring at me from the bed. He was sitting up on his elbows smiling over at me. I wanted to wipe that smile off of his face. I wanted to make sure he never did this to another female ever again.
"I'm not one of you," I growled as I stared at him. "I'll never be one of you."

Owen slowly pulled the sheets back and sat up. I was relieved to see what he was wearing pants. I didn't want to make this situation even more awkward by asking him to cover himself. I clutched the gun behind my back as he slowly stood up and faced me.
"But you are," Owen replied almost as if it was a question. "You're just like us, Elizabeth. You're more savage than you think. You just have to let it out."

"Stop," I said as I slowly pointed the gun at him. He didn't seem shocked at all that I had it. It was almost as if he knew I would go after the gun. As if he had hoped I would find it and find some sort of hope in it. "I'll kill you."

"I believe it," he agreed with me. "You have it in you."

He continued approaching me. I was so terrified. Without a thought, I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. I waited for the sound of a bullet that never came. I quickly opened my eyes and pushed the trigger again only to find that the gun was empty. This was a trap. He planted the gun.

"You were actually going to kill me?" Owen questioned as he came even closer to me. I turned to run, but he quickly grabbed me by the hair and turned me around to face him. I wanted to break away but my back was literally against the wall. The pain from him slamming me against the wall made me let out a small whimper. I guess he found that amusing.

"If you run, I will find you," he growled at me with his hand still in my hair. "We will always find you now. There's no running, Elizabeth. I'm not going to let you leave me."
He slowly leaned down and inhaled the scent of my hair. I personally found this weird as hell, but to each their own I guess. "You're not going any-"
He was quickly cut off by the sounds of whistles flooding our eardrums. My heart began racing even quicker at the terrible sound. Owen quickly released my hair as the whistles grew louder and more sinister. I took this time to push him away and burst through the exit of the tent. One of the wolves tried to grab me as I did so, but I dodged him.
"Let her go," Owen yelled behind me. "She's running right into a trap."

I wanted to stop when he said that, but I kept going when he broke out into crazy laughter. It reminded me too much of Bob. I broke away into the forest, running faster and faster. The whistles were everywhere. They were in front of me, behind me, everywhere. I already knew that there was no escaping whoever was coming for me.

I turned my head for a split second to see lights behind me, following me. Somebody was going to find me. I knew that this person wasn't the others. It wasn't Daryl. It wasn't Rick. When I turned to face the right way, I was greeted by the ground. I had failed to see the stump right in front of me and I hit the ground within a matter of seconds. I quickly tried to pull myself up but stopped when I looked in front of me.

I tried to control my breathing as I came face-to-face with a bat.