Non Specific | Captured

Her head pounded as she sat up, eyes unable to focus on anything. The room was dull, plaster the only thing she could see, an unfinished basement perhaps?

She tried not to look too much into it, and instead focused her attention in the small window that was letting in just enough daylight to see.

At a glance, she saw a small town. It was a built up area with lots of houses and a nice pavement.

A door slammed and loud footsteps made their way towards her as she quickly turned her attention to the man walking in.

He said nothing, only looking at her. "Look, I don't know what I'm here for, whatever you think I am, I'm not a threat. Let me go, I'll be out of your hair" She promised, not begging the man, but asking in a firm way.

He snorted at her, "You expect me to believe you stumbled across this place?"

She nodded, "Yes... Listen, believe what you want, keep me here as long as you want, but at least let me use a proper toilet, I deserve some humanity"

The man, Daryl, was puzzled by her request and mulled it over for a few seconds before nodded and helping her to her feet.

As they walked through the street, people stared at her. "They look at me like I killed one of them, like I'm a murder you're trying to flog..." She whispered helplessly.

The man only grunted and pushed her into a house before showing her to the restroom. "Thanks..." She mumbled before attempting to close the door, but the man stopped her.

She let out a loud sigh, understanding what he meant, "Well could you at least turn around then?" She muttered.

He complied with her comprise and heard the zipper on her trousers unzip and the ruffling as she went about her business. After she was done, the toilet flushed and he turned around to see her looking at him.

She expected then to be taken back to her prison but instead she was led downstairs and into a living room where she was forced to sit on the sofa, a man with a stubble beard and a stern look on his face stood in front of her.

"Who are you?" He asked angrily.

She stared at the man before struggling, "I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a threat"

He snorted, "Of course not. Where's your group then?"

She looked down for a second, "Dead I think..."

He looked into her eyes, dipping to be eye level, "You 'Think'?"

"We were on the road and, a herd cut us off, it can't have been too far from here, if your buddy hadn't knocked my head off my shoulders, I might be able to tell you the direction the herd was heading" She snapped, her snarky remark earning a small nod from another man.

The man turned around and sighed, gripping the bridge of his nose tight, "How big was this herd?" He asked.

She paused a second, trying to remember it as accurately as possible. "Couldn't have been less that... 20..30 of them, probably more by now"

The man nodded at another, gesturing to the zip ties binding her hands together. The man from early cut then with a knife and she stood up.

"Rick," The stubbled man announced to her with a gentle nod.

She smiled slightly, "Thanks..."

"Don't thank me yet" He growled before taking his leave.

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