"Calm the hell down, will you? Quiet down or they'll find us!"
Zoey struggled to get out of the grip of whoever was holding her. She was scared, adrenaline running through her as her fear grew. She tried to get free again, but to no luck.
"Just stay still, I'm not going to hurt you."
"How should I believe that?" Zoey questioned.
"I'm not on their side, I'm trying to help you."
Zoey stopped struggling, could she even trust this person? Something about the voice sounded familiar, but then she realized who it was.
"But how-"
Zoey was let go, and she turned around seeing someone she hadn't seen in a long time. The person's pigtails were longer than before, the person was also slightly taller, wearing a black hoodie and gray pants.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it Zoey?" Willma said, slightly grinning.
"I thought you were dead, last time I saw you-" Zoey said, but was interrupted.
"Yes, it appeared I was dead, wasn't it? I was faking it, just to make sure I'd still be alive." Willma explained.
"But why are you not exactly helping them? I thought you were with them, killing those you were told to kill," Zoey said, slight accusation in her voice.
"There's many reasons why I've changed sides, but we should probably get somewhere safer before I explain," Willma said, "stay close behind, it's dark here."
Zoey looked around, and saw Willma was right, it was dark, very dark. She could barely even see in front of her. She made sure to keep walking forward, and even though she didn't trust Willma completely, it was her only chance out of there.
She didn't like staying here and prayed she'd be able to escape.