After a while of these people thanking god I'm alive, I know I had to ask before things got worse.
"Um... who are you people?" With that, everyone but Jane and a dude named Mike looked suddenly sad and shocked. A man with a plaid shirt walked up to me. "What is the last thing you remember?" He asked in a Spanish accent. I looked at him distrustfuly, wondering why he would care. 'Actually. Why do any of them but Kenny care?' Kenny took a look around before saying. "I, uh, think me and Clem should talk... To let her know who you are." He motioned for me to follow him as he walked to a side of the cage full of uncomfortable looking bunk beds. I followed him, still cautious of the unknown group.
'God, these people.' It was unnerving to have 7 people's eyes following me. It was as though they were trying to burn a hole in my back. I shivered, but not from the cold wind.
"Clem, do you uh..." "I know who you are Kenny." "Okay. Ok, that's good, but what's the last thing you remember?" It didn't take a while to remember. "Me and Christa were ambushed in the forest. But How are you alive? Christa said you were dead." He sighed. "You said that before, Clem." I stared at him blankly, trying to figure out what he meant. "I did?" I asked after about a minute. I really was doing my best to remember. 'What did I do after falling in the river...' I held onto my head, letting out a small groan. "It hurts just thinking about what's missing." He smiled sadly at me. "I'll bet it does..."
"Well, the farm boy that's beat to shit is Luke." I looked over at him, trying to remember. "The pregnant lady is Rebecca." 'Well, I'll just have to remember them again.' "The urban guy is Mike, and the woman behind him is Jane." "Carlos is the spanish guy, and his daughter is Sarah." I looked at all of them as their names were said. "And lastly there's my girl Sarita." I smiled at her, even though she couldn't see it.
"Luke, Rebecca, Sarah, Carlos, Sarita, Mike, and Jane." I repeated their names out loud. I looked back at Kenny. "Where are we?" "At some shitbird's camp. Where we cooperate or well..." He trailed off, looking sadly at me. "Or what, what happened to me?" "You...probably don't want to know." He looked down, finding great interest in his hole filled shoes. I was about to say something else, when a loud voice said. "Move away from the gate!" Me and Kenny turned our heads to see...
((Me: Shit ending is shit. I fail at writing.))