You'd been sat alone in a small room for who knew how long, your head resting against a wall seeing as you'd given up on finding a way out. There was no way out. You were stuck at this post apocalyptic concentration camp until you'd be freed. You just hoped that Alicia and Madison were in a better position than you were right now, you were exhausted but you needed to stay awake, you were alone, defenseless and honestly starting to find yourself rather scared as you sat in the corner of the cold unwelcoming room.
Why did she have to chase Nick? Why did Madison always have to chase him? Part of you understood why, sure. You'd always had feelings for Nick, despite his many flaws. Nick was kind, caring, he made you smile, and he never denied that he had faults. He was rather perfect in your eyes. But then he walked away, he looked at the group as they begged him to come and just walked away into a group of infected, because that was his new high. Then as always, Madison chased him and you were once more left to comfort your best friend, as she watched her mother caring more about her son than her. Alicia was like your sister; well the whole Clark family was your family now. Your parents had been away when the world ended, you never got to see them again, and you didn't even really know if they were alive. But the Clarks kept you with them, through thick and thin.
Closing your eyes for a moment, you started to picture the way here. You wanted to at least try to figure out if you'd be able to get out of here, once you were reunited with the only family you had. But the issue was all you could picture was the dead bodies that were strewn across the grass. Those poor people, being murdered for who knows what reason? They didn't look like the infected; you'd seen enough of them between L.A and Mexico to know they weren't, even if you didn't get a good look at them. Opening your eyes once again, you wished that you were at least tied up; wouldn't it be easier if you were? You'd not feel so much like a caged animal if you were, you'd at least feel like a prisoner.
On arrival, your eyes had darted around; trying to see what was going on around you. How many solders, how many had guns, and who would be the easiest to take down. But you'd been quickly distracted by the split up of the group. Travis was taken to one truck, while you, Alicia and Madison the other way. It was then the horrible fearful thoughts had filled your mind, men and women were only ever separated like this for one reason, extermination. You'd always been into History, and all you could think at that moment was that one of these groups was never going to see day again. "Please, please don't split us up!" You'd begged at that point, begged and tried to fight to get Travis with you, at least if it was the end of your journey, it should've been all of your journeys end, not just one, or three.
Were you all doomed?
The door slowly opened and you found yourself wishing you'd found a weapon to fight with, sitting up you watched as a solder walked into the room carrying a tray. "Sorry to keep you waiting, I was chatting with Madison and Alicia. I lost track of time." He explained letting out a chuckle as he placed the tray down on the table. "I'm Troy; you must be Y/N? They spoke very highly of you." Standing up, you scoffed, not even really looking at him. "Where is my family?" You questioned, finally looking him in the eyes.
He might've been the bad guy, he might've been holding you prisoner, holding you away from the people who loved you and you loved. But you were rather surprised by his good looks. "Are you alright?" Had you been staring at him? "What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine." You replied trying to compose yourself and forget about the good looks of the man in front of you. "Tea?" He motioned to the cups on the table, as he gave you a charming grin. "I'd offer coffee, but it's sadly not brewed and we have to save energy of course." Slowly you shook your head. "No thank you, I don't drink tea." You replied, folding your arms across your chest, you moved into the room, and a little away from the wall. "Where is my family?"
You watched as Troy took a seat and motioned to the one opposite him, he had a soft smile on his face as he did so, and you found yourself trusting him, even though he was holding you all captive, you couldn't help yourself. "Are they actually your family?" His question caught you off guard, had Madison said they weren't family? "No, they're not. Not by blood anyway, but they're my family. They're all I have now, and I don't want to lose them." You explained softly looking down at the blonde southern man's hands as he wrote in a book.
"What are you writing?" You questioned, Troy looked up after a moment and smiled. "I tend to write things about every person I meet." He explained closing the book and tucking it back inside of his jacket. "What did you write about me?" You couldn't help but lean forward, the curiosity making your eyes shine softly. Leaning forward, Troy reached out and tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body. "That's a secret." He whispered looking into your eyes as his fingers ran down from your ear to your arm, leaving a trail of Goosebumps along your arm as he went.
The pair of you stared into one another's eyes as his fingers moved gently over your wrist. "I've never seen a group like yours, you all feel as if you're family, even if it's not by blood." Looking down, watching his fingers for a moment, you grinned. "Well, we've been through a lot, Alicia is my best friend, and before all of this and I was staying with them. We've been through a lot as a group, why wouldn't we look at each other as family?" You questioned as you felt his hand pull away from you, leaving a strange coldness to run through your body. Finding yourself struggling for the warmth that this stranger had provided you, your hand reached out to take hold of his. Only for a knock on the door to stop you before you were able to touch. "Troy, we've got a situation." Watching as he stood up, your eyes locked with his for one more moment, he couldn't seem to help giving you a cheeky smile, before turning and opening the door and leaving you alone.
You stared at the door for a few moments, willing it to open and for him to walk back inside, but you knew that was silly. Standing up, you turned and walked over to the couch across the room and sat down. Guilt entered your body as you thought about what had just happened, even if you'd hardly been anywhere near each other, you felt very guilty, as if you were betraying your family. You were almost thankful for the distraction, whoever, or whatever it was had saved you from a moment of complete and utter betrayal, something you weren't looking to ever do against the Clark family.
You couldn't help but wonder how any of them would've reacted if they had found you together, his hand on your arm, or your hand holding his. There was something about Troy, a strange pull that you found yourself having to him. But you chose to shake it off; it had to be because you missed Nick that was it, that was the reason. Wasn't it? If only you knew that the reason he left the room was because of Nick, and Travis. Would that change anything? Maybe, but the woman that Nick had with him, was going to cause a big change for you.
You must've fallen asleep, because the door flying open caused you to sit up and shake your head. "Y/N, come on! We're getting out of here." Getting up, you made your way to the door and froze as you saw what Madison was doing to Troy. Covering your mouth, you pulled your eyes away, knowing you couldn't look at that. "Y/n, come on!" Pulling your eyes away, you looked at Alicia. "Alicia go and get a car, Y/N try and find our weapons." You nodded as Madison ordered you to do something; you however couldn't get that image of Troy out of your mind, it caused a strange uneasy feeling in your stomach. You were sure you could feel the acid starting to move into your throat as you ran. You tried to fight the urge, as your stomach started to flip. "Come on Y/N, focus."
Thankfully, everyone was more focused on Madison and what she was doing; you were able to find where they'd been holding the guns. But as you rounded the corner you came face to face with a gun. "Hands above your head!" He ordered, causing you to slowly raise your hands above your head, he moved and pulled your arms behind you and started to drag you out. "I can fucking walk!" You snapped as he dragged you to the pit. "Little thief." He uttered into your ear as he dragged you there, you tried your best to fight him, but knowing he had a gun, sort of didn't help you.
As you arrived at the pit, your eyes landed on Travis, Alicia and Madison. Rushing over, you hugged them, as someone ordered the solder holding you to let you go. "Thank God you're-." You found yourself pausing and turning around to see him, see Nick. Your heart fluttered, but instantly dropped into your stomach as you saw the girl he was with. Bitter, sickening feeling filled you as you realized that in your mind you'd been chasing a ghost, there were no feelings between you and Nick, not the way you wanted there to be anyway, and that girl was just proof of it all. How could you have been so damn stupid? "Come on, we're going to get Luciana some treatment, then we're going." Looking away from Nick, and the beautiful girl he was with, you followed after them, your heart sinking and feeling as if it was broken.
You guessed the main thing right now was that at least you were all back together now; the family would be able to leave as a group. "Could someone get some more bandages?" Looking up, you nodded softly. "I'll go." Walking to the infirmary, you couldn't believe Nick. Were you just something to pass the time while stuck on the boat? Had those moments together not meant a single thing? That kiss the two of you shared after you nearly died, was that nothing? You guessed it didn't, guessed that something about that moment had been nothing but a cruel trick. You found yourself wanting to cry, needing to. But you refused to, as the tears appeared, you blinked them away.
"Sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here." You spoke softly as you walked into the room. Watching the man stand up, you smiled softly. "How are you?" You asked Troy feeling stupid for having to ask that. "Well, someone nearly took my eye, but I guess I'm alright." Watching him fold his arms, you looked away for a moment, your eyes glancing down. "I should get what I came for and go." You whispered. "Y/N?" Looking up at him, you found him stood a lot closer now, your heart fluttering as you stared into each other's eyes. "Come with me; come back to the compound with me. Leave them. Please." Had you fallen when you were grabbed by that solder earlier, this had to be a dream. How could this person who hardly knew you, ask you to come with them to places unknown?
Feeling his hand touching your cheek, your head shot up. The distance that had been between the two of you was closed, standing with your bodies close to each other you felt your heart pounding. His thumb brushed over your cheek. "Come with me, you'll be safe. Please." His head started to tilt as he looked into your conflicted eyes. "Please." He whispered as he leaned in to press his lips against yours, you found yourself leaning in too. Wanting to taste this man in front of you, regardless of what he'd just done to your family. Something about him pulled you in, every moment you were together, your heart fluttered and you felt alive. He was forthcoming with his feelings, unlike Nick who clearly never wanted you.
"Y/N!" The voice hit your ears, just as your lips were about to touch Troy's. Pulling away, you turned around. "I'm in here." You called, clearing your throat as Nick walked inside. "Is everything okay?" You nodded with a small smile. "Yeah, Troy was just getting me some bandages from his pack." You lied, looking over at Troy who nodded and pulled some from his bag. "Here you go." Taking them from his hand, you felt that same jolt of electric that had ran through your body on the first meeting. "Think about it." He whispered softly. Pulling away, he went back to sorting his pack to leave.
Catching up with Nick, you made your way back. "Y/N…" You didn't dare look at Nick, so many questions bubbling inside of you as you walked. "Whatever it is, can wait Nick. We have to go and help your girlfriend." You rushed away, but found yourself stopping dead as you saw the infected coming from the other side of the hanger. Before you could even speak, Nick had run off to help them. Looking at the bandages in your hand, you put them into your pocket and raced over to help too. "Get back!" Finding something to fight with, you moved toward Madison and started to fight alongside her.
"Y/N, behind you." Spinning around you saw an infected moving in to bite you, it was as if someone had placed a spell on you at that moment, you weren't able to move as it reached out. "Y/N!" You could hear Nick shouting for you, but you still couldn't raise your weapon, not when it looked like your dad. It was nearly upon you when a gunshot rang out and it was taken out. "Come on, get in the truck!" Looking up, you saw Troy and his men in their truck. "Madison, we have to go." You told her, snapping out of the trance. "Nick, come on!" You made your way toward the truck, fighting off the dead. You could see Nick wanted to go for the chopper, but right now they needed to just go. "It's our only option, come on!"
Reaching the truck, your hand was met with Troy's as he pulled you into the truck. A grin appeared on his face as he looked away and shot down a couple of other infected. "Looks like you're coming anyway." He said clearly smirking as he did. "Come on, let's go!" He shouted banging on the roof the moment Nick and Madison were in as well. "We're all heading to the same place now." You collapsed into a space beside Troy, your eyes staring at the group behind you, searching for the sign of the dead that looked like your father. "Are you alright? That undead bastard didn't get you, did he?" Looking up, you noticed Troy looking down at you and shook your head. "No, I'm fine… it's just… He looked like my father." You explained, a look of sadness appearing in your eyes. "It's alright; we all lose people in this world, it's okay to be sad." He said softly, your eyes looking at his hand that was resting on your knee. "How far is it?" Madison interjected, causing Troy to pull his hand away from you and focus on the other woman. Your eyes turned to look out at the dead bodies as you drove through the gates into the road, unaware that you were being stared at with a look of displeasure.