The cries of a woman while she was being raped
were the most horrible sounds Beth Greene had ever imagined. The sound, which
came from the tent beside hers, followed Beth into her sleep. She’d wanted to
get up and help the woman, but Andrea had staunchly refused to allow her out of
the tent. It was her third day in the camp, and she knew she didn’t have long
before she was the one crying in the night as some man she didn’t know or want
grunted and sweated atop her as he violated her in the worst possible way.
“I thought you liked Jacqui,” Beth said the
following morning. She had her canteen, toothbrush, and a tube of stale paste.
Andrea made work of brushing her teeth without immediately responding.
“I like Jacqui a lot. She’s a good woman, but
there was nothing either of us could have done to help her. Beth, the sooner
you realize that, the better off you’ll be. Come on. We have to get laundry
done with the other women.”
Beth took Andrea’s arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t
mean to sound critical.”
Andrea smiled, albeit sadly, and nodded. “It’s
okay.”
“Andrea.”
“Shit,” Andrea whispered. She plastered on a serene
expression when she turned to their leader, Brian Blake, who preferred to be
called the Governor. “Yes, Governor?”
“How is the newest member of the family doing?”
He looked right past Beth and at Andrea. She
could have been the leader’s woman, but Andrea had balked at the idea from the
moment Beth mentioned it on her first day in camp. The Governor’s women had a way
of disappearing, and nobody would dare question where they went. She also found it rich that he called their group a family, when brothers were allowed to rape and terrorize their 'sisters' at will.
“She’s doing very well, Sir.”
“Aw, now, you don’t have to ‘Sir’ me, Andrea.
Call me Brian.”
Andrea only smiled and looked to the ground as
the Governor intentionally crowded her space. “You seem upset,” he said.
“Jacqui was raped last night,” Andrea said.
“That’s unfortunate.”
“It wouldn’t happen…Brian…if you would
institute rules against it,” she said, Beth thought, rather bravely.
The Governor’s eyes, always a little empty
except when he was gazing at a woman with lust, became a little darker.
“I’ve told you before, Andrea, I don’t make it
my business to tell another man what he can do with an unclaimed woman. I know
that infuriates you, what with your background as a Liberal and a civil rights lawyer
before the Turn. Still, modern ideals of male/female relations no longer apply
in our circumstances.”
“It’s wrong, Governor. It’s just wrong. We don't have to degenerate into--”
“If Jacqui had killed her attacker she wouldn’t
have been in a bit of trouble. Is that wrong?”
“So she either has to be a rape victim or
become a murderer?” Andrea questioned.
“I really don’t care for your tone,” the
Governor shot back. “I provide people safety from the biters, and I make sure we're all fed and sheltered. It isn’t down to me to handhold the hand of every single
woman in the camp. Understood?”
“Understood,” she said, disgust evident in her
voice. “If you’ll excuse us, Sir, we have to go with the other women to the
quarry to wash clothes.”
“Well, we all appreciate the work you women put
in for us in that regard, cooking, cleaning, washing. I’m sure a pair of lovely
women such as yourselves shouldn’t have problems finding a man to take you in and
offer you protection. Ladies,” he said, bowing his head as he walked on.
Andrea stared daggers into his back and
insisted Beth follow her on with the line of women who were taking loads of
dirty clothes toward the path that led down to the water. One of them was
Jacqui. Her shoulders were stooped, her head down. Beth and Andrea caught up
with her as she struggled with a basket of clothes.
“Jacqui,” Andrea said.
“Morning,” she replied, seemingly operating on
autopilot.
“I’m so sorry for--”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay,” Andrea conceded, looking almost
relieved.
“Well, I do. There’s got to be something we can
do. How many people are in this camp?” Beth asked.
“Beth--”
“This is important, Andrea.”
Andrea shook her head. Beth was so much like
Amy it was sometimes difficult for her to remember they were two different
girls. They didn’t just both have blond hair and big eyes. They’d both been
stubborn, headstrong girls who didn’t take shit from anybody.
“We’ve got over fifty people.”
“I’ve counted about seven unclaimed women,”
said Beth. “We should bunk together at night. If someone tries to come in and
start something we attack.”
“There isn’t a tent big enough for that,” said
Jacqui.
“We’ll just have to make one, won’t we?” Beth
replied. “And we don’t go off alone anywhere, either. We stick together,
always armed, and we don’t hesitate to shoot. We have to let them know it’s not
safe to fuck with us anymore.”
Jacqui wiped at the tears spilling from her
eyes. “That’s a good idea.”
“Who did it?” asked Andrea.
“Lee Magwood.”
“Magwood?” asked Andrea.
Jacqui nodded and Andrea shook her head.
“He calls black people nigger, talks about how
good whites shouldn’t mix with blacks, and then he rapes a black woman? What
the fuck?”
“He had the nerve to tell me there he didn’t
like dark meat but he hadn’t had any ass in three months and he was desperate.”
“You should kill that motherfucker,” Andrea
said.
“I just want to get the laundry done,” said
Jacqui. “I just…”
Andrea nodded and took one half of the basket
to help Jacqui carry it to the water.
*****
“You hear, little brother? Mark Rowley put Jessica
out. Word has it he wants that new blond chick that came in a few days ago.
Now, how long you think a sweet little piece of ass like that is gonna last in
this camp before somebody goes at her? I mean, she’s young, pretty. She’s a brown-haired,
black-eyed little angel with a big rack and a round ass.”
Beth was about to open a can of green beans
when she heard Merle Dixon’s voice passing outside the tent she and Andrea
shared, later that evening. She halted and listened, waiting for Andrea and
Jacqui to get back with the other unclaimed women.
“Did you offer Jessica your protection?” his
younger brother, Daryl, asked.
Merle laughed the suggestion off. “She ain’t
gonna agree to be my woman, little brother. And that new girl? She ain't got but another day or two before somebody gets summa that, what with that blond hair and them pretty blue eyes...”
Their voices faded as they moved off. Andrea
entered a few minutes later with Jacqui. Both women looked angry.
“The Governor heard what we were proposing and
he refused it. He’s not just complacent with rape, he’s actively making it more
difficult for us to ban together for protection.”
“Maybe we should just leave,” Beth suggested.
Andrea looked at Beth as though she’d said
something monumentally stupid. “How long do you think we’d last out there on
our own?”
“We could do it,” Beth insisted. “We could take
the weapons we have, our supplies and tents, and just get out.”
“The Governor would let us leave, but he wouldn’t
let us take so much as a butter knife with us,” said Jacqui. “You both know he
wouldn’t. The rules say that no man can touch a claimed woman that isn’t his.
He can face beating or even banishment if he does it more than once, but he’s
welcome to rape unclaimed women and we’re not supposed to do anything to stop
it. He’s a sick man. Do you really think he’d let us leave with supplies?”
Jacqui slept in Andrea and Beth’s tent that
night. Thankfully neither Lee Magwood nor any other man bothered them. Merle’s
words haunted Beth, however, because she knew it made sense. A young, blond
haired blue eyed girl without protection in a camp full of redneck cutthroats
didn’t stand a chance of escaping without being raped. She had to do something.
She had to get a man before the worst happened to her.
Next morning Beth got up early and went to
relieve her bladder before everyone in the camp was up and at it. She found a
secluded spot within shouting distance should a walker approach. She’d just
finished and zipped up when something came out of the blue and hit her in the face.
Beth stumbled back and threw her hand up in defense, barely blocking another blow. They continued to rain down on her with
vicious rapidity. She fell back and rolled away, trying to see who the hell was
attacking her like a wild animal, and saw a young woman with brown hair and
black eyes rushing toward her, screaming madly, her eyes bright with hatred.
“You fucking bitch! It’s all your fault!”
Beth brought one of her feet up, directly into
the girls stomach, and was rewarded with the sound of a painful grunt and air
rushing from her. She fell back but she was so angry she didn’t seem to notice
she’d been kicked. She crawled at Beth, spittle flying from her mouth, grunting
and breathing like a beast lost in bloodlust.
“I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you.”
“All right, that’s enough.”
Jessica was hauled backward. She struggled and
slapped at the man who had pulled her away from Beth. It was Daryl Dixon. Beth’s
eyes stung with tears, her feelings hurt, but also beneath that was a lot of
anger.
“She sucker punched me!”
“You couldn't handle me, bitch, even if you'd seen it comin' a mile away,” Jessica shouted. She spat at Beth.
“Stop!” Daryl ordered, and shoved Jessica away.
“She’s taking my man! Do you know what that
means?”
“I don’t want your man. I don’t even know him.”
Beth accepted Daryl’s proffered hand and stood
up. Her eye stung and she could feel it swelling already. It was going to
bruise, and it would be bad.
“It doesn’t matter what you want, you stupid
whore,” Jessica raged. “He threw me out, said he was taking you instead. God
knows how many men are gonna pass me around now.”
“Nobody’s gonna pass you around,” said Daryl. “You’re
a beautiful girl. You’ve got your pick of men who’ll take you as theirs.”
“Like who? Merle?” Jessica scoffed.
“You talking shit about my brother, bitch?”
Daryl said, crowding her. Jessica backed off, unwilling to risk pissing off a
man.
“No.”
“Get back to camp. Keep your hands off this girl, Jessica. Beating up on her ain’t gonna do shit to help your situation.”
Jessica gave Beth a withering glare that said,
plainly, that she’d take a shot at her again first chance she got, and then stomped off toward camp.
“Thank you,” Beth said, wiping at the tears
that spilled from her eyes.
Daryl nodded, hefted his crossbow over his
shoulder, and gestured toward camp. “Come on. It’s a bad idea for an unclaimed
woman to go walking around alone. That could just as easily have been a man, or
two, waiting to gang rape you out here.”
Beth knew that, and cursed herself for not waiting for Andrea to wake and come with her, but her bladder had been full to bursting. She considered this lesson learned as she looked at Daryl’s profile. He
had short, sandy hair and walked with a straight, proud back. He wasn’t bad
looking at all. In fact, he was kind of hot, if not a little older than what
she’d normally consider boyfriend material. Plus, he’d saved her.
“Do you have a woman?”
Daryl shook his head. “No.”
“Maybe you and I could come to a mutually
beneficial arrangement? I can cook, keep your tent clean, wash your clothes, keep you comfortable, and you could give me one of those tokens. Then I'd be safe from the men in camp.”
He stopped and looked down at Beth. She was so
damned young and innocent, not even considering that sex was usually a part of one of those 'mutually beneficial' arrangements. She’d cried when Jessica hit her and Daryl had seen
it wasn’t just the pain of a black eye that brought tears to her eyes, but the
fact that someone could be so cruel to her for no reason. He didn’t think she
would last long in the shit soup this world had become. He’d watched her from
the moment she’d entered camp and she crept up in his mind in the quiet moments
before sleep, or when he first woke up. He didn’t believe in claiming women as
property. He also hated the rapes that went on, but knew he was powerless to
change it. Even with all of that, he didn’t need or want a burden or a mouth to
feed.
She was now looking past him. Daryl turned and
saw that Jim had returned from a supply run with Shane Walsh and some other
members of the group. He was now at Andrea’s tent talking to Jacqui, who stood
crying and telling him something--probably about Lee Magwood raping her--and
his face was red with rage. He had a sawed off slung over his shoulder and
Daryl had a pretty good idea what was coming next.
“Who is that? Are he and Jacqui a couple?”
“That’s Jim. They’re friends,” Daryl said. “I
don’t know if they’re more than that. I don’t know if he likes her or not. It’s
pretty much known that Jacqui’s off limits, even if she doesn’t have one of
those damn tokens.”
Daryl watched Jim storm off into camp.
“Trouble’s coming,” Daryl said, and followed
Jim. Beth found herself moving along with Andrea and Jacqui behind them.
Daryl did nothing to stop Jim from opening Lee
Magwood’s tent and dragging him out. By now the camp was waking up, fires were
spilling columns of smoke into the air. The smell of eggs cooking and coffee
brewing was light in the cool morning air. Everyone watched as Jim began
punching Lee in the face.
“You put your hands on Jacqui. You’re fucking dead!”
“What’s your problem?” Lee said, shoving Jim
away. “You’re not fucking her. You said yourself you’re just friends.”
“Just because you can do something doesn’t mean
you should, you punk!” Jim shouted.
“Now look, Jim, you back off. Jacqui’s
unclaimed--whoa!”
Jim leveled his shotgun at Lee.
“That’s enough.”
The only thing that stopped Jim from pulling
the trigger was the arrival of Shane Walsh.
“Shane, he raped Jacqui.”
“Well, that’s not against the rules, now is it,
Jim? You want her safe when you’re not around you need to put your mark on her.”
“But--”
“Jim, we’ve talked about this. Rules are rules.
You’re not killing one of our brothers for something that’s not against the
rules, no matter how disgusting it was, or how much he needs killing. The only
one who could have done that was Jacqui, when it first happened.”
Lee had been grinning at Jim, rubbing his face
in the shit, until Shane spoke those last few words. He bit his lip and looked
down, not daring to sass.
“Go to Mary. She’ll make you a token to give to
Jacqui.”
“I want one for Andrea, too,” he said.
“One woman per man unless you’re a ranking
officer, and you’re not. You gotta pick, Jim. Jacqui or Andrea? Either way,
they gotta move into your tent to make it legal. What do I want to hear from
you men?”
“Yes sir,” they said in unison.
“Good. The matter’s settled. Let’s break it up.”
Shane nodded once at Daryl as the men
dispersed. Jim headed further into camp, to Mary’s to have a token made, while
the others went back to business as usual.
“Daryl, tell Merle we’re having a council
meeting with the Governor at nine.”
“Sure,” Daryl said.
Andrea, who'd watched the entire exchange in silence, moved off after Shane. “Hey, Shane. Got a minute?”
Daryl looked back at Beth. “Go back to Andrea's tent and keep out of sight. It ain’t
safe out here.”
“Will you at least think about it?” Beth asked.
“Yeah,” he said, and moved off with his
crossbow over his shoulder.
That evening, as Beth was cooking a pot of
beans with Andrea, Daryl stopped by their tent and held out a chain with a
wooden token toward Beth. Burned into the wood were two letters. D.D.
“You still want it?”
He watched the relief that came over Beth's face
as she reached for the token. He knew she didn’t have much of an idea of what
kind of an agreement she was entering into as she slipped the token over her
head.
“Andrea, talk to her. Make sure she knows what’s
expected of her. If you don’t mind, help her move her shit into my tent.”
“Sure thing, Daryl. Thanks,” Andrea said.
Beth looked to Andrea. “Wait, you’ll be all
alone.”
Andrea shrugged. “I’ve got a few prospects. Don’t
worry about me, kid. I can take care of myself. Now let’s get inside and pack
up your things.”
Beth started into the tent but turned to watch
Daryl move off into the camp. She had a man to keep her safe from rapists and
walkers now, and that was a relief, but a new thought at the back of her mind made her anxious. She didn't know anything about Daryl Dixon. He could be cruel. He could be anything, and now she'd accepted his mark and made herself his. As she went into Andrea's tent to pack, she had only one thing on her mind: She hoped Daryl was a good man.