Vic watched as the bulky man strapped to a pipe cursed the man who put him there from behind a stack of crates. Hell, she didn't blame him.

If it was her, she would curse and spit at him for all she was worth. Her father always did call her his piccolo demone di fuoco (little fire demon).

She heard the unknown confined man sneer "Officer Friendly" sarcastically at the other man. They finally left the man alone with the large black men he was fighting with which was very stupid of them to her. It was like they wanted the man to suffer.

Since she had nothing better to do waiting for them to leave, she amused herself with observing the man she found herself fascinated with. It was obvious he was a redneck, probably from this state even.

Vic was always perceptive and from her history with being an Army doctor, quickly figured out this man was tweaking out on some unknown drug, probably smack or meth. He was shaking in the heat too badly not to be.

He was built like a tank and had a head of shaved dirty blond hair. She could see that he would be well over six feet tall if he was standing.

The muscles on that man had her clenching her thighs together because of a feeling in the pit of her stomach she had never felt before. Logically, she knew it was lust but she had not felt that flare up at just the sight of someone. Usually, it took a little more than a look for her to get that feeling.

The sensations distracted her and she almost missed the large black man dropping the handcuff key down the little drain pipe and the restrained man crying out in desperation.

She could feel the walkers coming, something instinctual coming from her affinity with them. Even after all these years, she still wasn't sure where her abilities popped up from. She had always believe in the supernatural and her form of 'telepathy' or 'psychic power' just proved her theory right all along.

"Hey man don' leave me 'ere goddamn it! Don' leave me!" the man cried out.

Her heart ached at the thought of the man feeling desperate and losing hope. She didn't know why she cared so much for the stranger but she definitely would be saving him now. The walkers at the door pushed against the padlock, looking to feast on a fresh kill.

The man recoiled away from the door looking hopeless and angry at his fate. She couldn't take anymore and stepped out to reveal herself to him just to offer him a little hope for his situation.

Merle almost choked with relief when he heard the footsteps turned out to be too precise and careful to be walkers. He felt relief then lust build up in his chest when he finally saw the person.

The woman looked like she could have stepped right off a swimsuit cover, all long legs and muscled body. She was different from what he went for in the past but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate the view now.

She was tall, maybe 6'1 or 6'2, curvier than a Coke bottle and dressed in military fatigues that did nothing to hide her figure. He could tell she was mixed with colored people's blood and something else, probably something foreign.

She was stacked more than a double decker, titties so big they looked like they could smother him. Her ass was something you could grab onto and hold on for dear life while she gave you the ride of YOUR life.

Dear lord, it got him hard just thinking about it. That long ass black hair of hers stopped at the top of that delicious ass, curling right before it hit it.

"You going to stop staring at me like I'm the last piece of prime steak you ever get to see?" Vic asked, her Italian accent thick on her tongue and voice hoarse from misuse.

She was honestly more amused than anything else considering she was staring at him the same way just a few minutes ago. That bemusement was something strange to her because she usually didn't tolerate any ogling of her form from anyone.

His dazed blue eyes snapped to her own emerald green ones from her chest. He grinned up at her, all teeth and sly smirks. He was a looker, for sure and she could tell he could charm anyone he put his mind to.

"Hell sugar tits, for all I know you will be the last piece of fine ass I'll ever get to see. The sexy ones don't make it like you and me".

She smirked back at him, swaying her hips as she stepped closer to him.

"Well Mr. Sexy, why don't you tell little 'ole me what your name is?" she purred, just out of his reach now.

He barked out a laugh and reached for her, growling when his handcuffed appendage didn't let him. It was obvious he didn't like being as helpless as he was right now. He seemed like the type of man that was always in action.

"My name's Merle- Merle Dixon sweetheart".

She stepped into his reach, bending down so she was face to face with him. His eyes flashed to her chest then back to her face just as she expected.

Most women would be offended but Vic found it flattering that he paid attention to her like no man had ever done before. She was ogled by men and she found it repulsive but something about his gaze was different. She felt desirable and sexy. Not to mention the man made her lady parts ache something fierce.

"Well mine was Captain Victory Marconi of the U.S. Army, Vic to most. Now I just go by Vic or Tory, whichever is fine with me".

While she was talking, Vic pulled a lockpick out of her pocket. Merle laughed when he saw it. He honestly never thought he would be happy to see something so small in his life.

"Seems you're always prepared sweetheart. Good you found me then" Merle grinned, his face almost splitting in half when she straddled him.

The leer on his face said all he was thinking in that moment. The hard, long shaft she felt pressed against her left thigh didn't help things either. It was quite distracting for something that big and hard to be pressed up against her if she was being honest.

"You're a horny bugger, aren't you?" she asked rhetorically.

Merle snorted, pressing himself against her more firmly. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt it fully, well as fully as a fully clothed person could. It was big, very big from what she could tell. That could explain his ego but Vic felt that was how he was naturally.

"I'll show you once you get me out of these things" he leered, using his unrestrained hand to feel up her ass.

She swatted his hand off playfully, making sure to grind down on him as she did. Merle groaned lowly in the back of his throat, playing grab ass again.

"Shit woman, you're evil" he cursed.

She just laughed, wiggling away from him, finally able to get the handcuffs loose. He rubbed his raw right wrist, stepping closer to her as he did so.

She was right, he was well over six feet by the look of him, hitting 6'6 or 6'7 probably. He would tower over her which was something she was not used to by far. At her height, it was hard to find people taller than her, be they male or female.

"Thanks for that girlie. Thought I was gonna die up here".

Merle looked like the type who didn't say 'thank you' or 'I'm sorry' often so she accepted it gracefully. It was something about a hard man that could show gratitude that did something to her. She found she quite liked the feeling.

The rattling of the chain in the door and the moans of many walkers brought them out of their own little bubble. Merle cussed up a storm, making sure to curse out the people who left him here. Vic grabbed his bicep, her hand curling around the bulging muscle.

"Merle trust me" was all she said.

Before he could stop her, she walked closer to the door where the walkers could touch her if they wanted. Merle looked on astonished as they quieted as she got closer, not even reaching out a hand to grab her.

"You guys go on and leave my companion and I alone. Don't touch him or try to eat him".

The walkers nodded like they could understand her, shuffling away from the door to scavenge for more 'food'. Merle's heart almost seized in his chest when he realized she could control the walkers.