Chapter 2! Enjoy everyone! Thanks to WalkingDeadRox, who helped me get this started, and gave me some tips on writing, thanks man!


Oliver's P.O.V

I slowly opened my eyes, to look up at the man with the scruffy beard, and messy hair, wearing a camo jacket, and holding a rifle. I sat up for a second, rubbing my eyes and stretching a bit.

"What time is it?" I asked, yawning afterwards.

"Dun' matter, don't make Bill wait, dumbass. Get up, now." He told me in a gravelly and rough voice. I looked at him for a second, thinking about speaking to the group I had met last night, they spoke about some asshole guard named Troy. This was probably him. "Hey, you deaf or sumthin'?" He growled, grabbing me by the arm and pulled me up.

I ignored him after that, walking over to the rest of the group, who were all stood looking at who I assumed to be Bill. I joined them, standing next to Kenny and Sarita.

"Ah, he finally joins us." Bill spoke about me. "Nice of you to join us, finally. Took you long enough, I've been waiting here nearly ten damn minutes for Troy to get your lazy asses up."

"Bill I-" Troy tried to defend himself.

"Not now Troy." Bill spoke simply, in a deep commanding voice. Troy backed down. "So. Your name? Oliver is it? Tavia told me last night. Mhm. Well, welcome to Howe's hardware. You're safe here. Right now you're in the pen. I know it's not the most comfortable, but like I said, safe."

I kept silent. It was pretty clear to me, Bill liked to be in charge and didn't want to be interrupted.

"I'm sure they didn't tell you, but a lot of the people in this group you're with, tried to leave. Now, I know you're wondering 'why', well I'll tell you why."

I looked around, a wave of nervousness came to me as Bill stood closer to me, I gulped trying not to stare at him, I was about 6'0, he was probably 6'2. So, he may have been slightly taller than me, but, we could still make eye contact pretty easily.

"They ran, because they are absolute, chicken shits. They don't want to accept that this is the way it has to be now. They were running from hard work, like a bunch of idiots. You don't seem like that. Are you like that?" He barked close to me, I stayed still. "I'll take that as a no. You seem better than them. You don't seem like hard work scares you.

I looked around at the group, they just stared on at me, I received a few shrugs as Bill stared at me for another few seconds.

"Nice to meet, you Oliver. I think we'll be good friends, real soon." He put his hand out to shake. I hesitate but put my hand out to shake his back, he grips mine tightly, as I do back. "Since Oliver here was nice enough to not be stupid, unlike most of you, I'll give you a few minutes to get ready for the day, then Tavia will be here to send you off." Bill turned, motioning to Troy as they walked out shutting the gate.

"Well then." I spoke simply turning to the group in front of me. I still knew little about them, besides their names and a few small details.

"Thanks for not pissing off Bill" Said Alvin, walking over to me. "Most new people act scared, for some reason fear pisses off Bill."

"What doesn't piss of that asshole?" I heard a redneck voice ask, clearly the bearded guy Kenny. "Listen kid, don't get all friendly with him alright? I know it may seem tempting, especially if he offers you a better place to stay, but we need to stick together out here. Got it?" He asked, not in an angry tone, but certainly not friendly.

"Yeah, he does seem a bit... uh, creepy I guess you could say." I said, looking outside through the small holes of the gate. "So, what do we do to 'get ready'?" I asked, not seeing anything to take to our jobs.

"Sit on our asses for the time being." The pregnant woman Rebecca told me, sitting in a chair.

I followed most of the group over to the chairs, sitting next to the little girl named Clementine.

"Hey there." I smiled kindly at her. I was a pretty nice guy most of the time, sometimes that can be an advantage. Other times? Not so much.

"Hi." She responded simply, smiling back. "I never got your name."

"Uh, it's Oliver. You're Clementine right?" I asked, getting a nod in response. "Cool, so, how long have you been here?"

"About 2 days, I think." She told me. We continued to talk for a while about Howe's and the type of jobs around.

"So uh, who's your caretaker here?" I asked, trying to avoid anything too personal.

"The whole group here, but it hasn't always been like that." She looked down for a second. She hesitated, but she then told me the story about a man named Lee, and how they joined up with groups, trying to survive, but sadly it didn't work. I felt so bad for her, she was just a young girl, who had her innocence taken from her, and had people she loved taken from her as well. She also told me about Omid and Christa. She mentioned about how Christa could still be out there. I mentally noted that.

"I'm sorry to hear about your losses. Your whole group sounded like amazing people. I'm sure they were. I'll look out for anyone named Christa, if that helps at all." Clementine thanked me for my kind words, and nodded. The rest of the group continued to chat around us.

A minute or so later, the gate opened, revealing Tavia. "Alright! let's go." She commanded. Giving everyone their jobs.

I was assigned to bring up soil to the greenhouse, I did so, about the third time back down the stairs to get another bag of soil, I saw Bill watching me from his office. Creepy guy.

A while later, I was exiting the greenhouse, when a guard who I met earlier that was named Wyatt, had his Walkie Talkie buzz, he grabbed it, I heard Bill's voice.

"Wyatt. Send Oliver to my office. I need to have a word with him."


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