Prolouge
It's been seven months since I've seen them last. Riley, Charlie, Rick...
Daryl.
Six months ago, I was going through a cabin, Daryl's bike parked about a mile away in a small shed, looking for food when men found me. They told me they had a good group, full of woman and children.
They lied.
I groaned as I hit the floor of the cage and the door was slammed behind me. Once the lights shut off, I crawled into the corner of the cage and wrapped my arms around myself, sobbing.
Once it was dark outside, I took the file from my boot and broke out of my cage. I limped into the back room where the group kept their weapons and found my gun and knife they took from me long ago.
I began to walk towards the back exit when I heard someone clear their throat,
"Where do you think you're going, whore?"
I clicked the safety off my gun and put it to Jared's head and pulled the trigger.
"Boom." I whispered before leaving.
I knew the rest of his group wouldn't hear the shot, they were too busy sleeping off the alcohol. Once I got to the woods, I smiled. After six months, I was finally free. I haven't had a breath of fresh air since I was captured.
After walking for two miles, I found the cabin, and the motorcycle. I was amazed that it was still here, and in relatively good shape.I found the keys buried in the ground and put it in the ignition. I smiled again, it turned on after a few twists. I quickly got on and drove off, laughing.