2 and a half months earlier…

Silvy woke in the middle of the night. Many times she was doing this, and it had perhaps become one of her worst habits. She tossed and turned lightly a few times. One of the pups huffing in annoyance as she did so. The smallest pup crawling up along side her and nudged her chin while Billias’s arm draped heavily over her side.

“You alright babe?” He asked in a muffled groggy tone.

“Yeah.. Just that dream again. Go back to sleep, hun. I’m going to walk the mut.” she responded lazily back. She slipped out from under his arm and pulled her clothes on while the runt watched. She snagged her weapons off the table where a dimly lit candle flickered warning that it was ready to burn out. She patted her leg till the small thump was heard, the smallest of the litter jumped down from the bed and went to her side. She stretched some and looked back into the dark room where Billias slept. Then to the spots on the floor were the other pups and even Frankie kept still. Sound asleep.. Something she missed doing. Snagging up the runt she moved out the door. Locking it behind her and made her way down to the eight’s courtyard where Pepe gave a pity sort of grin before he moved over to the gate to let her out.

He knew what she was doing. She did this every night for months. Wake up near 2 or 3 in the morning and go down to work and guard the gas station. It had become the normal. Open the gate for her, wish her luck and safety, then close the gate behind her. Others would watch as she headed out into the dark streets. They would catch signs of her turning on and off the flashlight in her hand. To look at noises and watch the pup at her side.

That night seemed to be a uneventful and safe journey down to the garage. No dead came crawling up or jumping out. Once inside the fence of the garage area she relaxed some. She walked up along the side of the truck, that she affectionately called Briggy, a hand dragging against the rusty filth along the passenger side doors. When she got to the chain door she noted it was not locked. One of the workers must have left it open and took the lock with them. This annoyed her but.. really they had so many tools it was silly to worry about someone trying to come in and steal them all. The pup followed in close behind her. She flipped on the lights and did her look around for any dead things that might have crawled in, but really since the fence went up they had no issues with such things in the garage anymore. A sharp bark made her jump.

“What! Shhh.. pup geez.” she said and made her way back to the office part of the building. The pup was looking back behind the desk and she paused a moment before she walked over to take a look. Nothing seemed to be there. Then a thud above her head made her pause again. Her eyes went to the ceiling and she listened intently for another.. It wasn’t possible for the dead to get onto the roof.. at least last she checked there was a pretty decent gap that you had to actually jump to get there. The dead weren’t exactly that agile. She started to move quietly to the front of the building again. The chain link door unable to hold anything out without it’s padlock. She heard something shuffle behind her and it made her skin crawl. She turned to face whatever it was before a hard metal clank against her head knocked her to the floor. White blurred her vision for a moment. Ringing in her ears and that feeling of ‘this is it..’ coursed through her mind. She could hear thumping.. a dog barking? A yelp. She strained her eyes to look around then felt another hard thump against her back. Words were being spoken, another person was there. Silvy let out a moan, perhaps it was someone there to help?

Her world was flipped over as they searched her. Taking her weapons and the keys to Briggy. Then she felt her world start to shift.. the lights faded out as they dragged her outside. A rough jolt as they tossed her into the back of Briggy. Someone pushed her down and pulled at her arms to tie them up. The thunks of the doors as they slammed shut. Silvy desperately tried to hold onto some sense of what was going on. Her body was stunned from the two blows to the head. Why did this happen? What was this? The roar of the engine was noted.. then the screech of metal against metal as the truck blew threw the chain link fence that surrounded the garage. Someone had to have heard this.. right? It was a rough ride.. tools were pretty much what Silvy was laid on.. and just as she would pass out a sharp jab from a screw driver or a hammer’s back teeth would wake her up enough to feel dizzy and want to vomit. Then slowly she would drift back into blissful darkness.

A few days later…

When her eyes opened they instantly stung. A throbbing coursed through her skull that made her hiss and moan in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes as she forced them open to adjust. Something was blocking her mouth. Something that tasted foul and filthy was jammed into her mouth. When she tried to move her head her stiff neck would scream at her in pain. She tried to move her arms but they too were stiff and sore from being tied and left in a position that was unnatural.

“Ah, she awakes.” Silvy’s body froze. ‘That nightmare again.. this isn’t real.’ she thought. “Bout time little bird.” The voice said. Silvy forced her eyes to look up, ignored the pain and pop of joints. There before her she saw -him- again. The one who had caught her and her brother. The one that tortured them both. The one she thought dead. Greasy dirty sandy blonde hair done up in spikes. That thick leather like tan made darker by the dirt and filth he seemed to refuse to wash away. Matted tangled beard that came down to his chest.. and that eye. That insane deep green eye that seemed to do the work of two when it came to burrowing through one’s flesh. “Ah.. you do remember me then? Why did you stand me up? I sent you a message to meet me within two weeks of finding your brother. Guess the fat one wasn’t all that important to you?” Suddenly Silvy felt cold. He gestured with his hooked hand over to a table where a modified machete brace lay. “I’ve made good work with this one.. was a bit big, but eventually I managed to fit it on.” He chuckled. ‘Abe?.. no way.. nope.’ she thought and shook her head.

Within a moment he was down next to her. He pulled the gag from her mouth with his hook. Filthy was an understatement. It looked like someone’s month old used boxer shorts. She gagged and tried to spit but had a dry mouth. He laughed, obnoxiously. Almost like he was an actor trying to hard to sound insane. She glared at him.

“I don’t believe you.” she said in a hoarse voice. “Abe and my brother would have kicked your ass. There is no way..” With that he pulled out a small dog tag and dangled it in front of her face. She blinked a moment looking at it. Her brother’s name clear as was his date of birth. She stayed silent a moment. Her eyes flickering back and forth between the modified machete arm attachment and the dog tags issued to her brother. The man made short bursts of snort laughs before he ruffled her hair and moved away to set the dog tags on the table. “W-why are you doing this?” her eyes were already watering before.. didn’t matter if tears fell now. There was more obnoxious laughter after her question.

“You people.” he said in a disgusted tone. “Hiding on your island. Taking from us. Taking what doesn’t belong to -you-. That truck.. is -mine-. That pack of cigarettes we took from your pocket.. -mine-. You dare steal from us countless times and we’re just supposed to let you?” She could hear anger growing in his voice. “Do you know what I had to do? What we had to go through to get our things back? To get you? Tommy’s dead!” She blinked and glanced at his feet a moment. The name did not mean anything to her.

“I didn’t kill him.” She said stubbornly. “If anything, you killed him by forcing him into a situation he didn’t need to be in.” That was all she needed to say. The anger in his voice should have been warning enough. She felt the sting of his slap, her right ear ringing and the throbbing of her skull going ten fold. She crunched into a smaller ball of sore stiff joints trying to protect herself from another blow. Thankfully after a moment she realized he got his slap in.. that was that for now. He knelt down in front of her, a wide yellow toothed grin.

“Oh little bird. You’ll sing for us now. No one here to save you. Not one, knows where you are.” Again that obnoxious laughter filled her with more stubborn thoughts. “You people think you are -so- safe on your little island.” A darkness started to well up in his tone of voice. One Silvy had never experienced. “Think it is time someone taught all of you a lesson. I offered you bliss the first time. I offered you lives of your loved ones the second time. Now.. I have nothing to offer you.” With that he jabbed his hook into her ribs. “That benefits you that is.” he started to chuckle.. this time it was real. That dark insane laughter that Silvy had only ever heard a few times in her own life before and after the outbreak. She gasped and tried to hold back a scream, but was unable as it bit into a bruise she didn’t know she had and continued on through her flesh and scraped the bone. “You will tell me everything. Every. Little. Detail. About your island and it’s people.” He said in a sadistic tone close to her ear.

A month later.

Silvy wavered naked in her own filth. Tied to the same pole she had been. Bruises, wounds all over her body. Malnourished, all they allowed her was a few sips of water a day. She awoke slightly at the feel of something warm and wet being sprayed at her. She flinched and pulled away, the pungent smell of urine was hardly noticeable over herself, yet something in her still wanted to stay away from yet more filth.

“Wakey wakey!” He said as he stuffed his member back into his pants and knelt down next to her. “Guess what. I have decided it is time..” He snagged her chin with his good hand and pushed her head back. She couldn’t fight him. Her joints popped slightly and her head bumped against the pole she was tied to. Her eyes fluttered open to him, she clenched her jaw, which only made her mouth hurt from where they had pulled out or crushed her teeth with pliers. His hook pressing against the sunken skin of her eye socket. Just like that.. just as she had opened her eyes and realized what was going on.. pop. Her left blue hazel eye was gouged out. “You will talk today!” he yelled over her hoarse hysterical screaming. “YOU WILL TELL ME EVERYTHING!”

“Please.. yes.. please.” she cried. “Everything.. just.. please kill me.” she whimpered…

Present Day..

The hissing in the darkness was one thing.. followed by moans and grunts. Sun had just started to rise and within the crowded bus many people started to bump aimlessly into one another. All of them seemed to have collars upon their necks. Each.. missing an eye. Left or right did not matter. The windows had been covered up to a point, slits letting in very little light. Slowly a head lifts, one blue hazel eye, milky and staring out the small slit of window that was left.

(Ty for the rp. If you need a raider or zombie send me an IM. I’m willing to help your rp be a bit more wild and dangerous.)