A day later since the group left the mall and Margaret starts using the medicine kit on Sarah. The group is held up in a lodging resort. The group had pulled a mattress down to a basement and placed Sarah on top of it then the blanket over her, to keep her warm. For the past few days, the group have been doing runs for food and taking turns watching Sarah.One day, the group is setting their stuff down into the lodge. Jenny is feeding Buckwheat just as Abigail walks up behind her.
Abigail: Need some help tending to her?
Jenny turns to Abigail, glaring at her.
Jenny: Him and no, I don't. Not from you.
Abigailssighs, then walks away. James is setting up his bunk as Cassandra stares at Abigail, glaring at the teen.
James: Hey....she helped us.
Cassandra: She's one of them. She was there when that bitch killed my sister.
James: She was....but she turned on them.
Cassandra: What makes you think she won't turn on us?
Abigail approaches Kyle, who looks around before looking back at her.
Kyle: You didn't want to be there. That's why I tried talking to you. I can tell. You're just a kid. Rocky told me he had found and helped you out.
Abigail: Rocky saved my life.
Abigail laughs.
Kyle: That's who we are.
Abigail offers a fist bump to Kyle as he accepts.
Marcus and Margaret are by a pond, refilling their water bottles.
Marcus: You okay?
Margaret turns to her brother.
Margaret: am I okay? Are you?
Marcus sighs.
Marcus: You haven't said a word to me since....since we left the mall....
Margaret: What do want me to say? You threw a person out into a horde of infected and watched her get ripped apart like it was nothing.
Marcus: She killed Vivian....but I understand....I get it....that's not who we are.
Margaret: You saying you regret it?
Marcus: No...she needed to die...but I'm just wishing it wasn't me.
Kyle was sitting on the mattress next to Sarah, who was letting out shivering breathes, and Kyle had to make sure the blanket was secure enough around her.
Kyle: I know, honey. I know.
Kyle tucks the blanket in then places his hand on Sarah's cheek, then her breathing subsides a bit and she leans into his touch.
Sarah: Kyle....
Kyle smiles at this as he starts to lay down next to Sarah.
Kyle: Please.....God, I've missed you, Sarah. Please...I've missed you more than ever. I don't...I don't think I can survive this world without you.
Sarah smirks at a memory.
Kyle: Why are you smiling?
Sarah: You remember when you proposed to me?
Kyle laughs.
Sarah: We were walking along Central Park, near that pond and you were so nervous. I asked if you were okay, and you tried brushing it off, but I knew better.
Kyle chuckles.
Sarah: Finally, we stood by the pond and you reached into your pocket, got on your knee and held out a ring. You said...
Kyle: After Sheila, I never thought I could love again....but then I met you. You came into my life and proved me wrong. The more I spent time with you, the deeper I fell in love with you. You're the most amazing, wonderful woman a man can ask for you and I love you.
Sarah smiles and bites her lips, before running her hand through Kyle's hair.
Sarah: Just like that.....That was one of the happiest days of my life...and I remember Ashley was so happy to hear about our engagement and told her the news. I don't know who was happier...you, me or her...
Just then, Rocky comes inside with some firewood for the fireplace.
Rocky: How is she?
Kyle: She's holding out...
Rocky starts to ignite the fire as it rages and illuminates the room. Rocky then stands up and walks over to Kyle.
Kyle: So....you decided to join us, huh?
Rocky: Yeah, I did.....those fuckers took away my home, too...
Kyle: You found that kid?
Rocky: Yeah....she wanted to die...but I sure as tickleberry didn't let that happen.
Kyle: I'm grateful. That you're here, Rocky.
Rocky: So, what's your plan?
Kyle: Well, we were going to Taker city...but there's a chance of plans. We might head east. Away from the cities.
Rachel and Abigail approach Jenny just as she is petting down her horse.
Jenny: Hey, Buckwheat. You hungry, boy?
Jenny feeds Buckwheat a sugar cube.
Jenny: There you go.
Jenny turns her head to Rachel and Jenny.
Rachel: Hey, Jenny.
Jenny: What's up, Rachel?
Rachel: Hey, Abigail and I were about to go on a run for some deer and squirrel, and we were wondering if maybe....
Rachel gestures towards Buckwheat.
Jenny: What? If you can burrow Buckwheat?
Rachel: Yeah? I'm asking this time rather than taking her.
Jenny: Well....you can.
Jenny darts her eyes to Abigail.
Jenny: She can't.
Rachel turns to Abigail, then clears her throat, before she turns back to Jenny.
Rachel: Jenny, can I talk to you?
Rachel and Jenny walk to the corner, before Abigail goes to pet her Buckwheat. Jenny then turns to Abigail.
Jenny: Hey, Reaper girl. Don't touch my fucking horse.
In a corner, Rachel and Jenny talk.
Rachel: Look, I get why you don't want us taking your horse.
Jenny: It's not you I don't trust.
Jenny turns to Abigail.
Jenny: She's a member of one of those fucking bikers, who burned our home to the ground. We should've just shot her back at the mall.
Rachel: You didn't shoot Kyle, Sarah, Shawn and I when we showed up.
Jenny: Cause I know Kyle, Shawn and Sarah.
Rachel: You don't know me, though.
Jenny: You showed up with them with your hands raised. She didn't. Maya's dead because of her. Our home is gone because of her.
Rachel: The plant's gone because of Lynn....Maya's dead because of Lynn.
Rachel sighs.
Rachel: Look, Jenny. She wants to help us.
Jenny shakes her head, then sighs.
Jenny: If you're taking Buckwheat, you're handling the reigns. Not her.
Rachel: Fair.
Rachel was on lookout when a rabbit comes up from a hole and looks around, raises up her bow and arrow, steadying her breathing and fires at it, hitting it in the neck. Rachel walks towards the rabbit, picking up and removing the arrow.
Rachel: Damn it. This isn't enough for all of us.
Rachel puts the arrow away.
Rachel: Find anything?
Abigail: Just some squirrels. That's it.
Abigail gestures towards some dead squirrels that she had tied up. She looks over Rachel's shoulder then her eyes widened.
Rachel: What?
Rachel turns around and sees a deer some feet away from the two. Rachel and Abigail share a glance at each other then grab the reigns of Buckwheat and toss them on a branch.
Abigail: You'll just startle it.
Abigail and Rachel start to follow the deer. Rachel shoots at it and the arrow hits the deer as it let out a pained screech and it runs off.
Abigail: Come on.
The two girls chase after the deer as they find it, still alive, and Abigail goes to shoot it and she hits it as well. The deer let's out another screech and runs off. The two follow the blood trail.
Rachel: So....Roscoe, he was your.....boyfriend.
Abigail: Honestly, Kyle did me a favor....I was gonna break up with him.
Rachel: Ouch. What for?
Abigail: He was a controlling piece of shit. Always trying to control his sister or gangs....or me....I was just tired of it. Like you said; he was an asshole.....I can't believe I believed Lynn about avenging him.....she slaughtered innocent people...I should've realized that right before she killed Maya....Cassandra hates me for it....I think the rest of your people do, too.
Rachel: They don't hate you, Abigail.
Abigail: Well, they sure as shit don't trust me. Jenny doesn't.
Rachel: Kyle does....Rocky does...and I do.
Abigail turns and smiles at this.
Rachel: You're cute when you blush like that.
Abigail laughs.
Abigail: Shut up, flirt.
The two continue following the blood trail, that the deer left, to what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Rachel and Abigail look around, nervously, at the place as they were getting creeped out. The two girls run through a building and see the deer, now dead. The two girls go towards the dead deer, still impaled with their arrows, but then notice a gunshot wound to it's head as Abigail observes it.
Abigail: Someone shot it in the head.
Rachel: How? We would've heard the gunshot.
Abigail: They were probably using a silencer.
Rachel hears a snap of a twig and she turns around and aims her arrow at a tree, Abigail follows.
Rachel: Who's there?
Rachel holds up her bow and arrow while Abigail holds up her rife, but there was no response.
Abigail: Come out! Now!
Finally, two men come out from behind a tree. One of them, an light skinned African-American man and carrying a rifle on his back, holds out his hand.
Quinton: Hello.....we just want to talk to you. We mean no warm.
Abigail: You make any signs of aggression and I'll put one in your head.
Rachel aims her arrow at the other guy, a Caucasian-American man with a beanie.
Rachel: Same goes for you.
Abigail: What do you want?
Quinton: Name's Quinton, this here's my friend, Noah. We're from a larger group-strong men, but women, children-we're all very, very hungry.
Rachel: So are we-women, children-we're very hungry, too.
Quinton: Well, maybe we could, ah, trade you for some of that meat there. What do you need? Guns, ammo, warm clothes...winter will be coming next month so-
Rachel: Medicine! Do you have any antibiotics?
Quinton: We do. Back at the camp.
Quinton approaches the two girls.
Quinton: You're welcome to follow us-
The two shake their heads.
Abigail: Uh-huh. No. We're not following you.
Quinton stops moving.
Rachel: Your friend can go get it. He comes back with what need, you get the deer. Anyone else shows up-
Quinton nods.
Quinton: Let me guess, you'll kill me.
Abigail: That's right.
Quinton then turns to Noah.
Quinton: Three bottles of the penicillin and a syringe. Fast.
October and Abigail aim their weapons at Noah.
Quinton: Go on, boy.
Noah leaves then Rachel and Abigail aim their weapons at Quinton. There is a long pause as Quinton looks around.
Quinton: It's probably going to be a while. You ah, mind if we take some shelter from this breezy weather? Fall was never really my favorite season.
Rachel gestures towards the deer.
Rachel: Bring the deer.
Quinton walks up to the dead deer, grab its antlers and proceeds to drag it towards a small barn. Abigail keeps the rifle trained on Quinton and Rachel keeps her bow and arrow aimed at Quinton as well. Meanwhile, Shawn, James, Jenny and Cassandra are hunting in a nearby building only to find it empty. The three then decide to relax by a fire.
Shawn: What's on your mind, guys?
James: Just....shit....where the hell we're going? What the hell we're doing? I mean, we're abandoning the task of taking Rachel back to her father....but we're also all homeless now....so what the hell are we going to do?
Shawn: We've been in situations like this before, James. We survived and we'll do it again.
Cassandra: We'll see.
Jenny stands up and walks over by the window, before Shawn walks up to her, taking her shoulder.
Shawn: You okay?
Jenny: Contemplating.
Shawn: On?
Jenny: Whether or not we're really safe here or not.
Shawn: We're not, but that's the benefit of living in an apocalypse, right?
Jenny: Unfortunately....I'm also worried about Rachel and Buckwheat.
Shawn: Because they're with Abigail?
Jenny sighs.
Shawn: What do you think?
Jenny: Rocky found that kid ready to die.
Shawn: Jesus.....what the fuck does it matter now?
Jenny: She's stuck with us now.
Suddenly, they hear the cry of an infected. A Stitcher runs into the room, stopping at the door as it listens for sound. Cassandra steps back, causing the Stitcher to roar and race towards her, before she can do anything, a gun fires, two bullets striking the Stitcher down. James, holding a revolver, walks up to the wounded infected, killing it with a bullet to the head.
Cassandra: That's not good.
James: No, it's not.
James then looks out towards an empty doorway.
Shawn: Of course we ran right into an infected area.
The three of them end up shooting a few infected that ran towards them. The three moved around the old warehouse and killed any infected that came at them. At one point, the three encountered a Bulker, but Cassandra and James still had some molotovs on them and they threw it at the monster, which kills it. Eventually, the three stopped as they listened around and notices that it was very quiet. Shawn, James, Jenny and Cassandra look around the old warehouse to make sure it was clear. Once they finished looking around, they leave the warehouse. At the other abandoned warehouse, Quinton walks over to the fire, picking up a stick and begins tending it again. He looks at Abigail and Rachel, having their weapons placed beside them.
Quinton: You two seem to handle themselves pretty well. Considering you're just kids.
Abigail and Rachel warm their hands over the growing fire. Quinton pulls outa cigarette and places it in his mouth, before he offers the teens a cigarette.
Quinton: Cigarette?
Rachel: We're teens.
Quinton: Don't matter in an apocalyptic world, does it?
Rachel: Still...those are nasty.
Abigail: I quit.
Quinton: That's brave.
Quinton places the cigarettes back in his jacket pocket and lights his cigarette.
Quinton: So, what's y'all story?
Rachel: It's just us two. Been on our own for quiet some time.
Rachel cleans her hatchet.
Abigail: What's yours?
Quinton: I've been in a group for a very long time. I had a wife for a long time until a year ago.
Rachel: What happened?
Quinton: Well, me and her were in that group for a long time, we even had a son. We thought we could raise a child in this world. We found my wife's sister and brother-in-law along the way of our journey. We were doing pretty fine, until her brother-in-law was killed. Her sister saw the world different since that day. Since then, she was paranoid. Didn't trust anyone, became unstable.
Quinton stands up straight and thinks for a second.
Quinton: One afternoon, my group was separated from each other and my son and sister-in-law were separated from me and my wife. She told them to go to our old vacation home on the beach. Sadly though, I arrived we found that Tim had a large cut in his neck and Betty had been shot in the head.
Rachel: That's fucked up. I'm sorry.
Quinton: Yeah, it is.....See....I believe in fate. My group and I....we've sometimes had to capture people to see what they've worth....Just a few days ago, I got a message from a friend who had actually just lost her Dad and her brother....to some crazy asshole....and check this out; he's a crazy man....traveling with a group....a group with two girls.....one of em wearing a Reaper jacket.
Rachel's heart dropped as she stares at Quinton with worry.
Quinton: Talk about fate, right?
Rachel and Abigail stand up, Abigail standing in front of Rachel, protectively, as she holds up the rifle and aims it at Quinton. Quinton dismisses this, tending to the fire.
Quinton: Now don't get mad. It's not you two I'm after. You're just kids. Noah, lower the gun.
Rachel and Abigail turn to and see Noah aiming his gun at the two, both of them do the same.
Noah: No way, Quinton. The Reaper bitch is after these two and her people. We can-
Noah glares at the two girls.
Quinton: Lower the gun, boy.
After several seconds, Noah complies reluctantly. Quinton turns back to the fire.
Quinton: Now give them the medicine.
Noah enters the room, taking out a bag of penicillin.
Quinton: The others aren't going to like this.
Noah tosses the bag at their feet.
Quinton: Yeah ,well, that's no concern of yours.
Rachel reaches down and picks the bag up, while Abigail was still aiming at Noah. Once Rachel gets the bag, both of them begin edging towards the door.
Abigail: Move out of the fucking way. Now.
Noah complies, moving towards Quinton although he keeps watching them as they reach the doorway, still aiming at Noah.
Quinton: I don't want you two. I want your friends. We can protect both of you.
Rachel: No thanks. We'll be fine on our own.
The two girls ran off and hop off onto Buckwheat,galloping away. Through the woods until they reached the neighborhood where the group had set up camp. The two greet Marcus as they hop off Buckwheat.
Marcus: What's wrong?
Rachel: Where's Kyle? We got a problem.
In the house, Margaret walks over to Sarah and gives her the medicine.
Margaret: This should help...
James: Where'd you get this from?
Rachel: That's the problem. Abigail and I ran into some guys, who turns out to be a slavers....
Kyle: Slavers?
Abigail: Yeah, and they're in bed with Lynn....meaning these guys are on "capture" orders.
James: Shit, than that means....
Jenny: We need to move now.
Kyle went to Sarah's head.
Kyle: Shawn, help me pick Sarah up, we need to leave.
Shawn goes to Sarah's feet.
Shawn: Okay.
Rachel then hears something.
Rachel: Guys, ssshhh!
Rachel looks out the tiny window above ground showing many men searching the neighborhood for them.
Margaret: Ah, great!
Rachel: We gotta try to lead them away from here.
Marcus: How? We're a large fucking group.
James: We split up. Have them chase us in different directions.
Kyle: No, they'll pick you guys off for sure.
Joseph: Well, we need another plan to get them away cause they're gonna look for us sooner or later and....
Abigail: Uh, guys....Where's Rachel?
The group looks around to see Rachel is missing. Upstairs, Rachel runs to the upper floor and wraps a rope around the door, locking it as Shawn, Kyle and Marcus attempt to break it open.
Marcus: Rachel! Goddammit!
Kyle: Rachel! She's blocked it!
Shawn: Shit!
Rachel opens the garage door and mounts Buckwheat. She then gets out of the garage and she lowers the door as quietly as she can.
Rachel: Okay, c'mon.
Rachel gets away from the house and see a few Slavers nearby as they look around the houses.
Slaver: Are we even sure they're here?
Slaver: There was a set of fresh horse tracks down the fucking street. Those kids are here.
Rachel tried to get around them but then she feels someone grab her arm.
Slaver: Hey! I got her!
Rachel tries to fight him off of her until she stabs him in the throat. The Slaver lets go and falls down as she then looks over to see the Slavers looking at her.
Slaver: What are you waiting for?! Shoot her!
Slaver: But Quinton said-
Slaver: Fuck Quinton! Shoot her, goddammit!
The Slavers start shooting at Rachel.
Rachel: Go!
Rachel yells to her horse as she snaps the reins and Buckwheat starts to gallop through the resort. In the resort lodge, the other survivors watch from the window until they can no longer see Rachel and all the men that went after her.
Kyle: Goddammit!
Jenny: Dude, again with taking my fucking horse?!
Abigail: Rachel!
James: Damn it!
The Slavers fire at Rachel and miss as she steers her horse to avoid any of the Slavers.
Slaver: Shit! She's getting away!
Slaver: No shit!
Slaver: The horse! The fuckin horse!
Rachel almost gets away but then Buckwheat gets shot in the head, causing her to get thrown down a bank. Rachel tumbles down the hill and lands at the bottom, just behind an old cabin.
Rachel: Oh, god...No...
Rachel gets up and sees that her horse was shot through the head.
Rachel looks up at the cliff and runs into the cabin.
Slaver: She fell down the hill somewhere. I don't see her, though.
Rachel jumps through the window and hides in the cabin.
Slaver: Are we really killing this girl? Quinton said he wants her alive.
Slaver: He doesn't get to make that call. Noah told me that this kid is part of that group the Reapers are after and they want their leader. So if we kill them, we kill them.
Rachel hears the men talking among each other as she makes her way out of the cabin and hides behind various buildings and then shoots the Slavers. After killing all of them, Rachel makes her way to an exit on a broken cliffside.
Rachel: Okay...Nature track. That should get me out of here.
Rachel follows the trail then she has to shimmy against the cliff, to avoid falling into the water. She gets around then comes upon a blocked culvert as Rachel moves the junk out of the way and she crawls through the culvert. She gets out on the other side and runs for a bit until she sees a large lodge house on the riverside.
Rachel: That's the way back.
Rachel runs up to the lodge.
Slaver: Cover the grounds! Make sure this little shit's not hiding somewhere!
A group of Slavers start to come out as Rachel ducks down behind some crates.
Rachel pulls out a nail bomb and throws it. The Slavers react to the sound it made once it hits the grounds and they run over, only for it to blow up in their faces.
Rachel: I see why Sarah likes using that thing.
Sarah gets up to the side of the lodge. Rachel goes over to the dumpster and pulls it towards the wall. Rachel gets up against the wall and climbs up it then she goes through the hole.
Rachel: Where's the goddamn way out?
Rachel makes her way through the lodge.
Slaver: Shit! She's in the lodge!
A few men start running towards Rachel, who fires at them and fights her way through the lodge until she reaches the front door. Rachel sees a bunch of debris in front of the door. Rachel then shoulder charges the door a few times until it finally opens. Suddenly, Rachel is grabbed.
Quinton: Easy...I'm keeping you alive, alright?
Rachel struggles to fight but the hold around her neck made it hard for her to breathe and she blacks out. At the resort, Kyle and the other survivors give each other worried looks.
Abigail: It's been two fucking hours.....she's still gotta be out there.
Kyle: Abigail, I'm worried, too.
Cassandra: What the fuck are you worried for, Reaper?
James: Cassandra...
Jenny: She's got a point, James.
Cassandra: As a matter of fact, why are you still even with us? You're the reason these fuckers found us in the first place!
Abigail: Look, I....I was hunting with her when those assholes found us, but that doesn't mean-
Cassandra: What? That they followed you back to our hideout?!
Kyle: Guys! Stop! This is not making shit better, okay?!
Shawn: Plus, that's not important right now. Those men...they aren't just after us cause we're on their territory.
Rocky: They're after us because Lynn contacted their leader.
Sarah: Who's leader?
The survivors turn to see Sarah standing up, clutching onto her stomach as she feels pain, but feels stable enough to stand up.
Sarah: What's going on? Also, does anyone have anything to eat?
Margaret: Yeah...
Margaret points to a can of beans on a chair nearby. Sarah smirks and slowly starts to stand up and makes her way over to the chair and grabbed the can. Sarah finishes the beans in less than a minute as everyone stares at her.
Sarah: What? I'm fucking starving.
Joseph: No shit.....
Sarah looks around and notices Rocky for the first time.
Sarah: Rocky?! What the hell are you doing here?!
Rocky: I decided to join your little journey....Those biker fucks destroyed my home looking for you guys....so I'm in for the long haul.
Sarah then looks at Abigail.
Sarah: I don't know you.
James turns to Abigail, then back at Sarah.
Jenny: This is Abigail.
Cassandra: A Reaper...
James: Cassandra...
Marcus: Well, it technically is true.
Sarah: A Reaper?!
Sarah stands up.
Kyle: Whoa, whoa! Hey, Sarah! She's not one of them! Not anymore! She helped us in the mall!
Sarah: I see....wait....
Sarah realizes that Rachel wasn't around.
Sarah: Where's Rachel?
At the Slavers camp, a bright light shines on her face, forcing Rachel to wake up. As she opens her eyes and sits up, Rachel realizes that she was in a cage and the light, that had shone in her eyes, was a bright ceiling light that someone had just turned on. She quickly got up, grabs the cage bars and starting shaking them.
Rachel: Let me out!
Quinton arrives with a tray of food.
Quinton: How are you feeling?
Rachel: Spectacular.
Quinton: Here. You should eat. You must've been starving. You've been out for quite some time now.
Quinton slides the tray through the hole at the bottom of the cell door.
Quinton: Don't worry, kid. I may be an asshole, but I haven't dissolved into a thing like cannibalism.
Rachel: You're still a fucking asshole.
Rachel begins to eat off of the tray.
Quinton: You're awful quick to judge seeing as how you and your people killed how many of Lynn's people.
Rachel: Lynn's a psychopath...Hell, she tell you that she killed her own dad?
Quinton: She didn't.....but I don't question a customer when they offer one helluva a payment for you and your friends.....you and your people do whatever necessary to protect your own so do we. Those people that you're with...Do they think you're family... Rachel?
Rachel's eyes widen.
Quinton: Yeah, I know who you are...You're the daughter of the Leader of the Takers. The price you'd be worth for your capture....the price your Dad would have to pay to get you back...So, here's my offer; you help me get the rest of your friends including Kyle Desipich and then me and my collect our payment from Lynn. I'll consider letting you go.
Rachel: What about my friends? They don't get to be happy, instead Lynn kills them.
Quinton: Well....most likely.
Rachel: And if I refuse? Then what? You gonna kill me?
Quinton: I prefer not to.....I know better than to cross the leader of the Takers like that....Come on, kid. Make it easy.
Rachel glares at Quinton until she shoves the tray out of the cell.
Rachel: Go fuck yourself. No fucking way am I helping you collect the rest of my friends or going back to my piece of shit father. So you may as well quit the bullshit and just kill me already.
Quinton sighs.
Quinton: You're making it difficult to keep you alive, you know that? Now, I'm gonna have to resort to desperate measures.
Rachel: What do you mean?
Quinton: See, some of my men saw you coming out of that resort....at least the ones that are left....Here's what has to happen now....We're going to use you to get your friends to surrender...and if they don't, then we're going to resort to more drastic measures...but I doubt they'll open fire on you seeing as how you all are like family. However....I personally might keep you for a while....with me.
Quinton strokes Rachel's hair.
Quinton: How old are you?
Rachel: Fourteen.
Quinton: You a virgin?
Rachel gives a horrified look at that question.
Quinton: Yeah....you a virgin.....last pretty girl that I "pleased" myself with was a bit younger....13 years old....but with a real Lolita type of shit....you're lucky I'm not in a mood to fuck....but if all goes as planned....you know what they say: age ain't nothing but a number.
Quinton gives a sinister grin.
Rachel: You're disgusting.
Quinton stands up, looking down at Rachel.
Quinton: I'm a Slaver, sweetheart. Gotta see if you're worth the price somehow. Test the product.
Hours later, nightfall, the resort lodge is quiet as the group sits in eagerness and worry. Cassandra looks at a stack of bibles, before she looks at Abigail and stands up. Cassandra then approaches Abigail with a questioning look.
Abigail: What?
Cassandra: Put that down. What are you doing? This is connected somehow. You're with us now and now Rachel gets captured.
Abigail looks around at the group and raises her hands, backing up into Jenny, who's got her hand on her pistol. Abigail turns back to Cassandra.
Abigail: Whoa...whoa...no...I'm not involved in this. I'm not involved in this. I don't....
Cassandra pulls out her knife, before Jenny presses her thumb on the chamber of her pistol.
Margaret: No, Cassandra!
Marcus pulls Margaret back.
James: Cassandra, what the hell are you doing?!
Cassandra: I don't care that you're a kid or that you claim you're not with these Reapers.....Who are these people?!
Abigail: I....I....
Cassandra grabs Abigail by the throat and puts the knife to her face.
Cassandra: Where is Rachel?!
Abigail: I don't know!
Cassandra: Where is Rachel?!
Abigail: Please, I don't have anything to do with this...I swear to God.
Sarah pulls Cassandra back then approaches Abigail.
Sarah: Why'd you come with us?
Abigail: Why? You saw what happened at the plant! How crazy Lynn was!
Sarah: You still working with her?
Abigail: No. I helped you kill Selene!
Sarah: That doesn't answer my question.
Abigail: Please....I hate Lynn.....she's a monster. The Reapers are monsters!
Sarah: And you aren't? You could've stopped Lynn back at the plant...you could've saved Maya....and those other people....what about Homestead? Where their kids? Families? Did you just stand by and watch Lynn butcher kids, too?
Knowing what she has done, Abigail stammers, before Sarah gets in Abigail's face, backing her up against the wall.
Sarah: I will not.....keep asking....the same goddamn question....Your leader almost killed me....so I will ask you; Where. Is. Rachel?
Abigail: Please....please...I don't know.
Sarah punches Abigail, causing her to turn against the wall, before Sarah presses her face against the wall.
Sarah: Where the fuck is the kid?!
Abigail begins to cry.
Abigail: I don't know, I swear!
Sarah turns to Jenny, who gives a conflicted look.
Sarah: Jenny, give me your gun...
Jenny hesitates.
Sarah: GIVE IT TO ME!
Jenny slowly hands Sarah her pistol as she snatches it and presses it to the back of Abigail's head.
Abigail: Please don't kill me...please.
Sarah: Where's the fucking girl?!
The other survivors look at each other in worry at this.
Abigail: I don't know. I swear.
Sarah: Stop fucking lying to me!
Sarah pulls out her pistol and presses it to the back of Abigail's head.
Sarah: Where's the fucking girl?!
The other survivors look at each other in worry at this.
Sarah: I swear to God, I'll pull the fucking trigger! Where is she?!
Abigail: I don't know! I swear to God! Please! I'm sorry about her going missing! I'm sorry about Maya! I'm sorry for everything! Please! Please!
Before Sarah can do anything, Kyle arrives with Shawn and Rocky behind her and grabs Sarah's wrist. Sarah glares at Kyle.
Sarah: What are you doing?
Kyle: She's telling the fucking truth.
Sarah sighs, before she looks down and finally releasing Abigail's neck. Kyle takes the gun from Sarah's hand then hands it back to Jenny. Abigail breaks down as she leans against the wall.
Abigail: I'm sorry....I'm sorry...I'm sorry. To all of you. I'm sorry. I didn't want this. Just let her kill me.....just let her kill me, please.
Kyle nods, before turning back to James.
James: Any luck?
Rocky: No....
Cassandra: Shit...
Shawn: Too fucking dark to see the goddamn tracks....found the horse, though
Jenny perks up.
Jenny: Buckwheat?
Shawn: Yeah....looks like he was shot. I'm sorry, Jenny.
Jenny sighs, raising her head.
Jenny: Fuck.
Marcus: What about Rachel?
Kyle: No sign of her.
Joseph: We can't leave this place without Rachel.
Kyle: What are you saying?
Joseph: I'm saying we're gonna have to get out there and find her ourselves. Most of us.
Minutes later, Kyle, Shawn, Rocky, James, Sarah, and Cassandra are arming up to go attack the Slavers.
Kyle: These fuckers think they're in control. They're not. We may be on their territory, but they've never dealt with the likes of us. We're gonna get the kid and we're gonna get out of this alive...all of us.
Rocky: Your plans got guts, Desipich. I'll give you that.
Jenny: We make our move before they do.
Shawn: Goddamn right. They're expecting us to panic, but they don't know we're thinking with our heads.
Joseph: Are we, though? I'm making sure. It's a big move against who knows how many. Plus, we don't know if these people have already killed Rachel.
Sarah stands up and faces Joseph.
Sarah: They're on capture orders by Lynn. They won't open fire. technically want women, especially young girls like Rachel, Jenny and....
Sarah nods to Abigail.
Sarah: You alive.
Abigail frowns, hearing this.
Jenny: Fucking pigs.
Kyle looks over at Marcus, who is looking down.
Kyle: Marcus, you good for this?
Marcus looks up.
Marcus: I am...but someone's gotta stay and defend our turf.
Later on, Kyle, Shawn, James, Sarah, Cassandra, Rocky and Margaret while Marcus, Joseph, Jenny and Abigail remain in the cabin and lock themselves in the hidden basement. Sometime after, Kyle's group leaves, Quinton, Noah and a few other Slavers appear out of the bushes with Rachel hostage, tied. Quinton gives out orders to move out as his group of Slavers enter the resort lodge. Marcus, Abigail, Jenny and Joseph aim their weapons at the upper floor. Quinton steps in, holding a blade to Rachel's neck.
Quinton: Well, I guess you know we're here and we know you're here. And we're armed....and we have one of your people; Rachel. We know who you are....Lynn told us all about you....how you people killed a lot of her people....including her friend and her brother.... We've been keeping an eye on you....we know that there's only three of you; there's the good Christian boy, the coat of many colors as they say; Joseph....there's also the soldier....brother man with the green head band, Marcus....there's dear ol "Ginny"...that quote's from a movie from a long long time ago so I understand if you don't understand the reference, Jenny.....also sorry about your horse but you can blame Rachel from that.....and then there's the kid.... Rachel's good friend.....the former Reaper....Abigail... four of you and seven of us....with your friend....Kyle and a few of the others left with a lot of your guns.
The Slavers search the cabin.
Quinton: Listen, I don't know where you all are, but this is not a big fucking cabin. So let's just stop the bullshit and get the surrendering part of over with. I really don't want to have to kill the kid. How about it, Abigail?! You care about Rachel, don't you?! Reaper girl, you help me wrap this up and we'll let you walk away from. Hell, I'll let Rachel go with you. Tell Lynn I never saw you!
Jenny turns to Abigail, nodding her head.
Rachel: Don't do it, guys! This fucking pedophile's full of shit!
Quinton backhands Rachel.
Quinton: Shut your fucking mouth.
Quinton looks around.
Quinton: What do you say, huh?
Quinton looks around as Rachel recovers. She looks down to notice Noah's knife in his holster as he stands next to him.
Quinton: What do you say, huh?
Quinton and the Slavers prepare to open fire on the doors, until suddenly, Rachel headbutts Quinton in the nose, then grabs Noah's knife and stabs Quinton with it. Quinton responds by throwing Rachel into the table. Quinton groans, then checks his wound, seeing blood.
Quinton: Fuck....little bitch got me good.
Rachel lifts her head, crawling away. Quinton looks down at Rachel for a moment, then around the cabin, before laughing.
Quinton: Hey, that's alright. Y'all ain't gotta come out!
Quinton kicks Rachel in the stomach.
Quinton: Y'all can just listen to me....making your little friend here suffer. Come here, girl!
Quinton pulls Rachel's legs, dragging her to him.
Noah: Quinton. Now?!
Quinton: Why not?! No time like the present. Plus, I want to pay this shit back for what she just did.
Quinton grabs Rachel's wrist and pins her down. Abigail, hearing her struggle, prepares to open the door, but Marcus stops her. The two then quietly argue.
Abigail: We can't let this happen!
Marcus: There's too many of them!
Abigail: We have to do something!
Jenny: She's right. We can't just listen to this happen. She's just a fucking kid.
Jenny prepares to shoot, but Marcus stops her. Outside in the living room, Rachel screams, then spits in Quinton's face.
Rachel: Fuck you!
Quinton: Yeah, that's it, girl. Keep fighting. I love it. Cause soon that anger in you turns to fear for you, but pleasure for me and that's the part I loved the most.
Hearing this, Rachel fearfully screams as Quinton laughs, then reaches for his belt buckle, but before more can be done, two of Slavers are suddenly shot in the head. Quinton lifts his head up to see the dead Slavers and stops his attack on Rachel, before grabbing her and pulling out his knife. Quinton and the other slavers turn to see Shawn standing in the doorway, gun raised.
Shawn: Put your guns on the ground.
Quinton: Listen to me, boy. I got a blade to your friends throat and I doubt your gun is faster than my hand.
Shawn: What hand?
Behind Quinton, Kyle appears and severs Quinton's hand with his Zeus Corps machete.
Quinton: Agh! Fuck!
Quinton whimpers and kneels.
Shawn: Put your gun and floors and get on your knees. I won't say it again.
James, Cassandra, Sarah, Rocky and Margaret appear, aiming their weapons at the remaining Slavers. Marcus, Joseph, Jenny and Abigail open the door with their guns raised at the Slavers.
Quinton: Just do what he says. Now.
The Slavers lower their weapon and get on their knees, with the exception of Noah.
Quinton: Noah, there's no other option here.
Noah: Bullshit. These people won't kill us like this.
Rocky aims his shotgun at Noah's head.
Rocky: Try me, motherfucker.
Noah: Fuck....
Noah lowers his weapons and gets on his knees. Kyle circles around Quinton, who looks up at Rachel. She then glares and punches Quinton.
Rachel: Fucking piece of shit.
Rachel spits at Quinton, before she steps back next to Abigail and Jenny while Quinton looks up at Kyle.
Quinton: You're him, aren't you, boy? The man Lynn told us about.
Kyle: Yeah.....I am.
Quinton: You're the one that killed Lynn's brother....No point in begging, huh?
Kyle: No...
Quinton: Still, you people could've killed us. That must mean something.
Kyle: Well, bullets are scarce these days. Plus, after what we just saw.....we're not gonna make it quick for the rest of you.
Quinton: I used to be a family man. Things changed, capturing and selling people-that's how we survive....I know what it's like to survive...and so do you.....you don't have to do this. We'll let you walk....we will tell Lynn...I will tell her myself...that we never saw you...
Kyle: But you'll do this someone else....you'll sell them to get paid...right? I've heard of men like you; people who kidnap people off the streets of the wasteland and them sell them to the highest bidder....then if they're a female or just a little young....you get a little sample yourself as well as your men....before you sell them....I know your kind. I mean, you just tried to rape a fourteen year old girl.....right? Besides, you've already lost your hand. Wouldn't be kind not to make sure all of you goes to hell. Know this; I don't take pleasure in killing, but the fear in your eyes in men like you when they die, fear for you and pleasure for me....that's the part I enjoy the most.
Kyle pulls out his Zeus Corps machete.
Quinton: NO!
Kyle hacks into Quinton, splattering blood all over him, before Sarah bashes the female Slaver with her pistol. Cassandra stabs the other female Slaver to death while Shawn kicks Noah down and presses him against the wall, pulling out his knife.
Shawn: Where the fuck you going?!
Shawn stabs Noah repeatedly while Rocky brutally bashes a Slaver's head in with a shotgun.
Rocky: DIE!
James, Rachel, Abigail, Margaret, Marcus, Jenny and Joseph watch in horror at the carnage. Afterwards, Kyle, Shawn, Sarah, Cassandra and Rocky look down at the bodies of the Slavers. Their blood splattered all over them.
Kyle: They would've done the same to us.
Sarah: Yeah...they would've.
Joseph grabs his cross pedant.
Joseph: Oh, Lord....Father forgive us for we know not what we do.
Cassandra: Hey, Joseph.....I think God's gonna want to sit this one out.