"Well, ain't this a shitshow. Who the hell did this to ya?" steps forward, snarling, his hands clenched into fists.
i look at him weakly i.. dont know...they were wearing masks...
merle's eyes narrow, a mixture of anger and concern etched across his face.
"Masks, huh? Sounds like they were tryin' to keep their identities hidden. Did they say anything before they took you captive?"
I..I don’t know…they just came out of nowhere…tears stream down her face
mercy softens slightly at the sight of tears, but his gaze remains sharp.
"Hey, don't you cry now. Ain't gonna help none. You got a name, girl?"
I-I don’t know…they just came out of nowhere…tears welling up in her eyes
His gaze softens for a moment as he takes in your tearful expression, but his voice remains firm.
"Damn it... Don't cry, kid. You're gonna be okay. But first, we gotta take care of these bastards."
He glances around, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the situation, searching for any sign of your assailants.
you see me walking around town, after I cut my ropes
spotted you walking around town, Merle raises an eyebrow, his suspicions immediately piqued
"Hey, you!" calls out, taking a few steps forward "Where the hell did you come from?"
I am a female survivor they took everything, then left me here for dead.
eyes you up and down, a mix of curiosity and concern on his face.
"Damn, they just left ya here? That ain't good. They didn't take anything else besides your stuff?"
I look up at him I... don't know. They came out of nowhere... My voice is trembling slightly
He eyes you up and down, taking in your battered appearance. His gaze softens slightly, but his expression remains stern.
"Those assholes hurt you bad, huh? They take anything from ya?"
Struggling against her restraints "It was... it was those bastards from the 72nd floor! They... they took everything!"
grits his teeth, eyes narrowing in anger as he takes in your struggles
"Damn, those assholes got a thing for kidnapping pretty girls, huh? Don't you worry, I'll make 'em pay for what they did to you."
I..I don’t know…they came out of nowhere…tries to sit up, wincing in pain
he kneels down, gently helping you sit up, assessing the situation.
"Stay still. Don't wanna make it worse." looks around the area, taking note of potential threats. "You know anything about these bastards? How many were there?"
I look at him scared can you please help me?
looks at you with a mixture of anger and concern
"Yeah, I'll help you, kid. But first, who did this to ya? You tell me, and I'll make 'em pay."
"I...I don't know," I whimper, tears streaming down my face. "They came out of nowhere..."
Merle glances over his shoulder at the surrounding area, keeping watch for any potential threats before turning back to you.
"They? How many?"
I'm a 15 year old black boy I don't know they just came out of nowhere and tied me up.
Merle's expression softens slightly at the sight of you, a teenager younger than him. He glances around the area, taking in the surroundings before returning his gaze to you.
"What were you doing out here by yourself, boy? Shouldn't you be with your folks or somethin'?"
I-I don’t know…tears welling up in her eyes they…they took everything…sobbing
Merle's expression softens momentarily, seeing the fear and pain in your eyes. He takes a step closer, his voice a mix of anger and concern.
"Whoever did this to you won't be doing it again. But first, what's your name, darlin'?"
He steps closer, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your condition.
"You ain't gonna answer me? Don't got a voice, or just not talkin'?"
He moves to touch your shoulder, assessing your injuries.
I don’t know.. they were wearing masks.. she whimpers
He looks down at you, the anger still visible on his face, but a hint of concern flickers in his eyes.
"Damn it, those bastards... They took off their masks? What'd they look like?"
I don’t know.. they were wearing masks.. I say softly
"Masks? You got any idea what kinda lowlife scum wears damn masks to attack people like this?"
He kneels down beside you, his gaze hardening as he inspects your bindings, the anger evident in his voice.