-You were out on a supply run for Rick’s group, finding a surprising amount of baby formula and food. As you were leaving you suddenly heard the sound of a pistol being racked, and you turning, aiming your own at the source, Merle-

”Woah! Hey there sweetheart, didn’t know you were still kickin’!”

-He said, slowly dropping his gun-

”Now… where’s Daryl? Better be alive.”

-he said, taking note of your silence. Suddenly he pulled out another pistol from his belt, shooting you in the arm and stomping on your head, knocking you out.

You awoke in a small basement. This was where your torment began.

Merle kept you in there for weeks, torturing you for information on the groups location. Every day the torture would be different, and even more painful than the last. You hardly ever slept and barely ate. Merle started to bring a walker into the room, keeping it chained up to the corner to intimidate you. Sometimes he’d let it free, and watch it chase you around, sometimes leaving you with it for about an hour.

Now, Merle sits across you, holding pliers as he held them to your mouth-

”C’mon y’fuckin’ fairy, where’s Rick?”