Thread: It Could Be Worse [Lewd Misconduct and randomname98766789]

I shouldnt have left. With bated breath, Nora McAdams lumbered through the forest with nowhere to go. Each step seeming harder than the last, but she knew she shouldn't stop. After travelling for three hot days, she realized she wasnt cut out for living in the woods. Water was low, food was hard to come by, and her skin was starting to burn from the sun. Even so, her hideout had been overrun by walkers for the third time, she knew staying in city was a death wish. There were too many blind spots, too many people looking for shelter, food. She couldnt afford to get caught by anything or anyone. It was hard sometimes to walk past people who were injured or alone. After spending three years in a profession where it was her duty to help and care for people, turning her back felt wrong. And even though life in the forest was scarce, she couldnt help feeling like she mightve made the wrong decision. What was she going to do when the food ran out? Yeah she could build a fire, but she couldnt hunt. Hell even if she could, she was too scared the smoke would attract unwanted attention. She could handle the a few walkers but people were a different story. There were no buildings to hide in. No diversions. It was too late to turn back now though. She didnt even remember how to get back to the main road. Tired and with nowhere to go she paused at a tree to catch her breath. It was hot being dressed in black boots, skinny jeans, and a white long sleeved shirt but it protected her a bit more if a walker ever grabbed her and kept her warm during the colder nights. No one said survival would be a walk in the park. The sun was thankfully starting to set and with any luck, shed be able to find a tree sturdy enough for her to hide out in. Squatting down, she dropped her backpack and pulled out the canteen to moisten her parched throat. Nora heard them before she saw them and knew then it was too late to do anything. Dropping her water, her hand immediately went to the knife at her belt as she turned towards the voices, body tense, eyes alert. Her heart jumped as she saw three men slowly approaching her. The two on the outside seemed unarmed, but the one in the middle held a machete in his hands. Well, well, well. Look what we have here. With each step they took towards her, she took one back. A quick assessment told her she couldnt out run them. While one was fat, the other two seemed like theyd have no problem catching up to her as tired as she was. Licking her lips she scanned the area to see if there were any walkers around, anything at all really that could help her. With her pulse sounding in her ears, and her breath heightening, she knew she was in trouble. Calm down Nora. The grip on her knife tightened as she finally opened her mouth. If youre looking for supplies my bag is right behind you. Take what you want and leave. I dont want any trouble. The man in the middle laughed while the other two look her up and down, smirks on their cracked lips. Oh its not your supplies we want honey, but well be sure to use those too. The middle one who spoke a d who she assumed was their leader, tightened his grip on his weapon while the other two drifted away from him and stalked closer to her. His voice was light but she heard his gruff intentions clearly. She knew the look in their eyes. Shed seen in it many times since everything went to shit. People dropped their facades of morality when there was no one to stop them, not justice system to keep them off the streets. Shed witnessed the brutality of men when they cornered women in the streets while people were too crazed to notice. Sheremembered feeling guilty for not helping them, for thinking of herself. Her job was to save people, yet she turned a blind eye. Maybe this was karma. Or maybe she was just the idiot who shouldve been more aware of her surroundings. She let her guard down when she shouldnt have. Dont do this. She couldnt keep the tremor from her voice when she spoke. She wouldnt admit it, and hoped she didnt show it, but she was afraid. Their leaders eyes, lightened at her plea. The ice in them made it clear that he had not sympathy, no compassion. Dont do what? You? Oh Im afraid I cant agree to that. You see its been a long time since weve had some fresh meat and you just dont give that up. Boys. With a nod in Noras direction the other two sprinted towards her and she immediately turned to run. She managed a couple of minutes before they caught up to her, one of them snatching the back of her tank top and pulling her to the ground. The impact knocked the air out of her lungs, but it didnt stop her from lashing out with her knife. A loud curse let her know she hurt one of them but it didnt stop the other from stomping on her hand. A cry escaped her throat as pain shot through her wrist and she dropped the knife. You little bitch! A kick to her stomach had her seeing spots as a hand wrapped around her throat until she couldnt breathe, and a face came into her line of vision. It was the fat one. He bent down to straddle her while the other grabbed her arms and held them down so she wouldnt fight. His breath smelled stale and sick as he leaned into her. Im gonna have some fun with you! No, no, no. She tried to buck the man off, but it was no use, it only made the man on top of her more excited as he backhanded her twice with enough force to draw blood. Now not too rough Martin. Whats the point of fucking her if you mess up that pretty face her hers? Kyle tie her hands and feet. She wheezed in air as the hand around her neck was removed and her shirt was ripped open. Closing her eyes, she fought the urge to cry as hands squeezed her breast before they forced her onto her stomach and pushed her face into the ground. Bile rose in her throat as she felt hands on her back and fought against the restraints with renewed vigor, but it was no use. The feeling of fingers at the waist of her pants had her protesting again as she tried to think of anything that would help her. This wasnt how she wanted to die. She didnt want someone to find her broken and raped. Helpless. Shed rather die. NO! You fucking piece of shit! Get off me! The snarl ripped from her throat as she felt hands teasing the waistband of her jeans and knew they were toying with her. Now dont be that way. I like when you struggle baby, but thats only gonna make it harder for you. The amusement in their leader's voice made her want to scream. He dropped the machete next to her head, taunting her. It wasnt long before she heard the sound of his jeans unzipping and her jaw clenched as she tried, and failed, to prepare for what was about to happen. Now why dont you take a break and save that energy for my other two brothers?