?'s P.O.V

I heard movement behind me, before I could even turn towards them, I felt a gun placed against the back of my head. I heard a woman's voice speaking slowly to me.

"I'm not here to hurt you, but if you try anything, I won't hesitate, understand?" She spoke calmy, knowing she clearly had the advantage here.

"Yeah, I understand." I responded, with about the same calmness, this wasn't my first time in this situation. I wasn't stupid, I knew not to try and get the upper hand here, it wouldn't work.

"Drop your gear, please." She requested, I did as she asked, letting all my gun and knife fall from my hands. "Thanks." She replied. "Now, turn around." I once again, did as I was told, finally seeing her face. She was an African- American woman, with an Afro.

"So.. who are you?" I asked her, not recognizing her at all.

"I'm asking the questions." She told me, to which I quickly nodded. "Name?"

"Oliver." She nodded.

"Age?" She asked

"Nineteen... how many questions are there?"

"Just a few more." She told me. She was telling the truth there, after a few more questions, she was done. I was then told by her, that she had a group set up, in a hardware store. She seemed like a nice person, so I decided to go and at least see what the place was about. She brought me there, it seemed safe enough

"So, here we are" She said as we entered, I followed closely behind her, examining our surroundings.

There were shelves full of food, that was comforting. All was well. I saw a few guards, the woman who I had figured out was named Tavia, introduced me to some of the guards. I met Wyatt, Eddie, Russell and Hank. They seemed nice as well as Tavia, Tavia told me that I would meet "Carver" tomorrow. She brought me to some place called the pen and she brought me in there, and closed the gate behind me. I stood in the pen, it was a bit cold, but I was only in a Black T-shirt and track pants, so that didn't help. I made my way towards a group of people by the fire, it was evening so it wasn't really dark, but it wasn't light either, once I was close up to them I could see them better. There was A bigger Black guy and his Pregnant wife. Two guys that were probably in their twenties, one wearing a black cap, one with a orange shirt. A young girl wearing a purple and white hat, a Mexican man and his Daughter. A bearded man wearing a hat, and his girlfriend. A few others were sleeping, one girl with short hair, and a black guy with a scar on his face.

"Hey. Come over here!" The bearded guy yelled called out to me.

I nervously made my way over. "Uh, hey there." I responded, having the whole group looking at me.

"What's your name?" The bigger black guy asked, not as loudly as the bearded guy.

"Uh, it's Oliver..." I responded. The group told me all their names, and I tried to remember them all.

According to them, Howe's wasn't as good as Tavia made it seem. I nervously sat down on a chair next to the pregnant woman.

We continued to speak for a while before most of them went to bed. I followed them a while later, I laid in bed for a bit, before falling asleep.

I was awoken the next morning by a guy I didn't recognize.

"Get yer' ass up, Bill needs to speak to ya'.