"What're ya gunna do, partner?" The gunman said to Rick from behind Dani. "I got this little gem in my arms here and you wont take a chance to fire at her, I can see it." He smiled, yellow broken teeth bared between cracked lips.

Daryl shifted, his crossbow aimed precisely at the second gunman, but his eyes were flashing back and forth from the man who held Dani and Rick, begging for a sign, any signal to shoot. Glenn had his gun trained on the second also, leaving the man taking her hostage for Rick.

"Jus' let'er go. We don't want any trouble, friend. We're jus' sweepin' through. We'll give you whatever you want." Rick was trying hard to smile, to keep a smooth voice, to mediate. They have to make it out of here alive. All of them.

"Your car. We want your car." He said, eyes shifting from Daryl to Glenn then to Rick.

Rick lifted both his hands in the air; the second bandit readjusted his gun at him, a warning not to try anything shady. Slowly, Rick reached in his pocket for the keys to the SUV. "Take it, s'all yours." He said as he flung the keys in their direction.

Dani had been trying ardently to pull her arms out of the death grip the stranger had had on her. Yet, the more she struggled the tighter his vice-like hands seemed to be.

"She's a little feisty, huh?" He said to his partner as Dani stumbled forward from the aggressive attempt to yank her hands free. "She don't make much noise though." He leaned his beak-like nose into her hair and inhaled deeply. 'You fucker.' She thought, disgusted as she leaned as far away as she could. "We could have some fun with her, eh Freddie?" He laughed suggestively, his mate chuckling and nodding in agreement. "Yeahhhh, boy!"

The threat made Dani freeze. A sick slimy cold feeling slithered up her spine. Her eyes wide with realization: 'They're not gunna let me go.'

Daryl raised his bow up higher and took aim at the man behind her. Glenn readjusted his weapon, ready to fire. The atmosphere thickened a thousand fold.

"We gave you the car, now just let her go and we'll let you leave, you have my word." Rick promised, trying desperately to reason with them.

"Ya know, I don't think I trust your word, partner. I think... I think I'll take this little dime with me... to ensure our safety."

Dani had stopped struggling. Her limbs no longer responding. Her body was numb. Her mind was blank. 'They're not gunna let me go.'

The man took moved his pistol slightly and almost lovingly slid it down her cheek, a caress of sorts. Not feeling any resistance, he continued to drag the gun down over her neck, her collarbone and even between her breasts.

Her senses had shut down and instead of tensing at the touch of the cold metal against her skin, her muscles went soft. 'They're not gunna let me go.'

"I think she likes it, Hunt." He sneered. The last thing she remembered was the smell of whiskey that wafted around her, before she blacked out.

Her instincts took over.

No longer flexed with tension, the arms he had been holding behind her back had wiggle room to move. In a flash, she untwisted them, swinging his left arm behind him and using primal reflexes, took the pistol from his right hand into hers.

BANG.

She shot the man next to Daryl. His head connected with the wall and the bullet hole in his skull left a thick trail of blood as his body slid down the wood paneling. Before anyone could blink, a second - - BANG - - as she shot the bastard, bent over in front of her, his left arm twisted behind him at a ninety degree angle.

The thud of the dead body echoed around the room. Glenn only allow a second or do to pass before he bounded over to her, taking her face in his hands. "You alright? Are you okay?" He asked as he shook her face gently.

She didn't answer. She hadn't moved since she fired the gun. 'They weren't gunna let me go.'

"Glenn! Go check fer walkers." Rick said, making a move to pick up Glenn's discarded backpack. With a desperate look back at Dani, he simply nodded and went out the door.

'They weren't gunna let me go.' Deep breaths wracked her whole body - her head leaning with each exhale like an exhausted animal.

Daryl spoke softly, his head cocked, evaluating her, "Dani." Her eyes were still glued to the bodies on the floor and her hand was still white-knuckling the gun. "Dani-girl, it's over." He said as he took a step closer. He could hear her breathing getting heavier, dangerously close to hyperventilation. "Hey," He whispered, putting his hands on either side of her face. "It's over."