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CRACK

The sudden loud noise at Merle jerking awake, jerking his limbs back and swinging his free hand at whatever may be in front of him. It wasn't until the third or fourth swing, that he realized nothing was attacking him, and at this point his vision started to focus. Raising his free hand to block out the sun he was finally able to make out a figure standing in front of him. A person, an alive person, he couldn't believe it. If he hadn't been suffering from dehydration and probably heat exhaustion, he would have taken the time to appreciate the beauty he had in front of him.

The person was a young woman, if he had to guess an age, he would have assumed early twenties. She was short even from his position on the ground he could tell she was short, if he was standing, she probably would only come to the middle of his chest, like a little pixie, or fairy. She was dressed in nothing special just some tennis-shoes, dark blue skinny jeans, a tight forest tank top. The only odd thing was the black sweater-vest she was wearing in the Georgia summer heat with the sleeves rolled to her elbows. Again, this was any other time he would be appreciating her features already making some lewd comments towards her. While her outfit was plain it did nothing to hide her figure, she was shapely for such a tiny thing, curves in all the right places. She had pale skin, her nose and cheeks tinted pink a bit probably from being in the sun, curly midnight black hair pulled back into a messy bun on top of her head a couple stands come loose to hand around her face. She had on black square framed tinted glasses that did also did nothing to hide the deepest emerald green eyes he had ever seen. The only thing she seemed to be carrying was a bag strapped diagonally across her back, and small pouch on a sting at her hip.

"You look like you could use some help," He arched an eyebrow at the thick British accent that hit him, and scoffed at her nonchalant comment of her current predicament.

"Yeah, no shit sherlock." He spat back still not entirely sure if she was real or if he was starting to see things being so dehydrated.

"Are you bit?" She asked her head tilting to the side, her eyes looking up and down his body.

"What?" he asked, "No, I ain't bit!" He spat out, like he would do something so stupid as getting bit.

"I'm sorry, I just assumed, with the way things are in the world, that you had to be bit," She paused, "After all why else would someone leave you here handcuffed on a rooftop?"

Her comment caused him to bristle in anger as it caused him to remember his current predicament and why/how he got here.

"So? Why are you here, handcuffed to a roof?" She asked, he glared up at her.

"Why does it matter?"

"Well, who ever left you here doesn't seem like they are going to come back for you. So, they left you for dead. It's a cruel fate to die slowly from sun exposure, heat exhaustion, and dehydration, but adding in a city full of man-eating undead. That also leaves the chance of them finding you," she glanced over to the chained door that was already holding back undead before looking back at him, "Then ripping you apart and devouring you. Which I believe to be an even worse fate. So, who ever left you here must either hate you, or have good reason to have left you here do die such a horrible death. What I'm trying to decide is if that reason is reason enough for me to leave you here to die?" That caused his head to snap up and his gaze meet hers. "See, if you posed such a threat to whomever that they handcuffed you here and left you here to die, you could pose that same kind of threat to me. And if it was just me I'd be fine, but my son's life?" She paused, and at this moment he finally noticed the small boy somehow hiding perfectly behind the woman that he didn't notice him. "My son's life…" Her pause caused him to look back into her eyes which now had a cold look that had him freezing in place, they almost glowed with a promise of pain and death, "I happily slaughter anyone who some much as harms him, so leaving you here, there would be no loss of sleep on my end." He believed every word, for the first time in his life Merle felt complete and utter fear, this woman, this beautiful fairy like woman was a demon in disguise. A demon which could and would destroy anyone who crossed her.

"In fact I was and would have left you here had my son not noticed you and insisted we help," she rolled her eyes instantly the look and feeling of death that had encompassed him was gone as if it never happened, as she muttered under her breath about not sure how her son could have inherited her saving people ability, and how she wished he hadn't. "Anyways, this brings me back to my point, see if I was to help free you I need to know that whatever the reason you were left here to die won't come to harm my son. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

She paused giving him time to think, looking into her eyes he tried think on what he could say to get her to set him free. He knew he wasn't a good man, hell he was dangerous to most of society, and if he told her he was here because he got high on drugs stupidly endangered and threatened his group all the while being a racist asshole, she was sure to leave him there, but he wanted to live. He didn't want to die like this, he wanted to go down fighting, plus he had his brother to get back to, and god he would love to punch that prick cop in the face at least once.

"Well," she tilted her head eyeing him, and suddenly Merle felt incredibly exposed like she already knew what had happened, even though he hadn't said anything. "Let's make a deal then shall we Merle?" The use of his name further cemented his belief that this woman was a demon in disguise, as he hadn't given his name yet. "I give you your freedom, and you lead my son and I safely out of the city, if at any time it looks like you are going to harm myself or my son and I'll kill you. Deal?"

She held out her hand, Merle eyed it, part of him hoping to god that when he reached out to shake it his had would go through hers and she would turn out to be nothing but a mirage. Because if she wasn't a mirage, Merle knew in his gut that by shaking her hand he would be making a deal with a literal devil.

Slowly he reached out his hand pausing just for a moment next to hers before grasping her hand firmly in his. A wide grin spread across the woman's face, her teeth perfect white and some how looking feral all at the same time.

'Yup,' Merle thought to himself, 'Deal with the Devil.