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"You can't go."

"Yes I can. I'm getting him back. With or with ought the help of anyone else."

"Then you'll get caught too."

"Maybe. But then at least I'll know if he's okay."

"Well that useless, isn't it?"

"Guys! Shut up already!" groaned MacTavish from his bed. Tod and Ghost had been arguing for ages and they would not stop.

"I'm going. And no one can stop me." Ghost swung his bag on and stormed out of the tent.

"Leave him." MacTavish said as Tod went to follow him. "You won't be able to change his mind. Once he's made it up, no one can stop him." Even though Tod was a friend, he hadn't known Ghost for half his life. They had only found Tod when the whole outbreak/apocalypse started. So he didn't know anyone that well, really.

Tod sighed and sat back onto his bed. If Ghost was really going to get revenge on the bandits and get Roach back, he did not want to stand in his way.

The cell was dark and quiet. Not completely dark, as the light shone underneath the door. The hard cement floors made it hard to sleep or get comfortable. Nothing new had happened in his time in the room, except for someone getting destroyed by the leader of the bandits-Allen, as he had heard from the others talking to him outside. He was Spanish, too. You could tell from his accent. He heard from his cell that the person had fed their dogs off meat, and now they were sick. It was entertaining to hear people get in trouble.

Roach shifted a bit from his spot against the wall, opposite the door. He was in pain everywhere, especially his chest, which made it painful to breathe. Being in the dark all this time, made him have crazy thoughts.

Will anyone come for me? What if I'm wrong and they're really just doing this for fun? What if they actually manage to turn me, or if I pretend long enough and forget who I am?

Will I ever see my friends again?

Stop that, he told himself. You'll get out. Somehow.

He didn't really believe it though.

After two days of searching, Ghost finally found their camp. It was on the edge of town, and it looked mostly like small huts, but in the middle of the camp was stairs leading underground, like a stairway to an underground train station.

He crouched down behind a large mulberry bush and scoped out the area.

There didn't seem to be any guards. There wasn't even a fence. The ground of the camp was all dirt, with small fires near each wooden hut, and some people were stoking the fires, or staring aimlessly into the embers.

There were two German shepherds near one hut, but they were laying down, and a young man was looking at them carefully, as if they were sick.

I hope they're sick. Makes my job just a bit easier.

The camp was quiet, even though there seemed to be many people around. Most of them had crossbows, and a few had weirds staffs which sported bones and feathers flowing in the wind.

Those must be the staffs they use on the Walkers. But they're bound to fail eventually.

He would just have to wait until night, then, he would take out as many bandits as he could.

And get Roach back.

The next time someone opened the door, he tried to act forgetful and confused. The figure stood at the door, the room flooding with light as he said,

"wh…who are you? Why is it dark?" he asked tiredly, both for the act and because he really was tired.

Even with the light flooding his eyes, he could see the man smirk. He walked over and hauled Roach up by his arm.

"Do you know who you are?" the man said. He cocked his head a little.

"No…am I supposed to remember?" he replied nervously. He hoped his act would work.

"Don't worry about that. Come with me." The man grabbed his upper arm and led him out of the room, into a blindingly bright hallway. He realised this man was Allen. The leader of the bandits. If he could fool the leader, he cold fool them all.

Don't get too cocky yet. He reminded himself. Allen could easily realize it was a trick and send him back.

He was lead into a slightly darker office. It wasn't really much of an office, but more of a bedroom. A small bed with dark green sheets was tucked into the left corner, while a wooden desk occupied the far right corner, decorated with sheets of paper and….drawings. Was he an artist?

"Sit." Allen gestured with one hand to a chair that was opposite his desk. Allen himself sat behind his desk, and added a few lines to a sketch, the looked up at Roach.

"So, tell me what you do know, and we can go off from there." He put his hands together, and watched him inquisitively.

"Um…Well, I know that the world is in an apocalypse, and I think…I was hit on the head somewhere?" he frowned slightly, as if trying to remember something. "Oh, and I have this weird thing with the…Walkers, they're called? They're scared of me, or they just leave me alone. I don't know why. I think that's all I can remember." Now to see what Allen would say.

"Yes. Well, you're part of the bandits that run this part of town, and see, you were sent out on a scouting mission, to see if there were any lost souls wandering around, looking for others. When you didn't come back, I sent a team out to find you. They found you near a river, your head almost below the water, so you must have slipped and hit your head."

"Oh…I think the only part I remember was hitting my head, I think." Allen's cold green eyes met Roach's sift brown eyes, and he tried to look confused. After what seemed like a thousand years, Allen poured him a glass of water, and handed it to him.

"Here. Drink." He said as Roach took the glass. It seemed to be normal water, so he took a few sips. Allen watched him with deadly eyes, but as he put the glass down, he saw Allen smile.

"Okay. Now, do you still remember my name?" he asked. This was almost like an interrogation.

"Umm…did it start with an A?"

"Yep. I'm Allen. Leader of the bandits." He picked up a pencil and twirled it in his hands. "Now you should get some rest. You can't sleep with the others just yet, so you'll have to go back to where you woke up." Roach noticed he didn't call it a 'room' or a 'cell'.

He was lead back to the same spot, his arm held the same as before. But as Allen shoved him into the room, he slammed the door behind him. Roach's world was once again put into darkness, so he sighed and sat down against the wall.

As he sat down, his stomach started to ache. Maybe he was just hungry. Then his head started to hurt. After a few minutes, his gut exploded with pain, and his muscles seized up and he was frozen with pain, small gasps coming from him. Roach fell to the floor where he was sitting, his head jerking slightly.

He had made the wrong move. Allen was going to have him after all.

Ooooo! What's going to happen? Next chapter coming soon! If you have any ideas or questions just PM me or review.

What do I need to add? Or change? Do I need more detail, less thoughts, stuff like that?

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