I couldn't stay I had to go. I wouldn't be safe and I needed to get back with my group. I looked back at him he had started getting out a pot and some vegetables when he looked back at me.

"Should I set you a place or no?"

I shook my head "I'm sorry I need to get back to my group."

He looked at me solemnly "What was so good about your group."

I paused there were a lot of things I enjoyed but there was one specifically that I liked, but that was special for me to shove to the back of my mind where only I could see it. I shrugged "There good people."

He shook his head. He could probably see right through me.

I was about to leave when he stopped me.

"Wait. let me get you some provisions. You won't be able to kill anything with that little knife."

I chuckled and nodded as he led me outside. We walked around back to a small shed. When we got inside it was way larger than it looked on the outside it was old and dusty and full of tools and fishing lines. He left and told me to wait there. Suspiciously I looked around when I heard and small creak in the floor ground. You might think leave it this was a creaky house but this shed seemed somewhat new and none of the floor was like this but this one. I dusted off the leaves from the ground of the floor and underneath it I could see a hatch. It wasn't locked so I opened it up and it led down a ladder. I had to go down there my suspicions about this guy was already high and this made it worse. If he caught me he would understand my need to make sure everything was safe. I climbed down the ladder and got the instant smell of air freshener. The room I was in seemed pretty harmless with a desk, chair, and a VCR T.V. I looked around more, it was strange there was nothing in the drawers and the desk had nothing on it. That's when I noticed a steel door behind the staircase. I slowly reached for the handle.

"Oh hey."

I turned around. Shit. he had a bag in his hand and tilted his head in confusion at me.

"Whatcha doing?"

I slowly looked up at him "I found your latch, I was just making sure I was safe."

He nodded "I don't blame you."

I shrugged "What do you do down here?"

He looked at the ground, and I instantly regretted asking him "It was my Grandpa's place I have just been cleaning it out."

I nodded and turned to the door "What's in here."

He instantly took my hand of the knob "Don't go in there..." I raised my eyebrow at him "Zombies." he replied

He then walked to the table and put his bag on the table. I didn't know what to do as he shuffled through the bag. Maybe I should go he's starting to make me not care about the provisions. He then spook as he rummaged through the bag. "So what were you doing with your group when you got stranded?"

I had to be careful with my answer. "Just traveling."

He chuckled "What's your name?"

I looked up and smiled "Roberta Warren ex national guard."

He froze for a moment and I almost took my words back he then turned around a gun in his hand and started laughing "Warren huh?" I walked back and hit the door. Damn. He came closer looking me up and down. As I tried to make my way back to the ladder.

"So it's been nice but I really have to get back to my group."

He smiled wickedly "Oh no you don't" He pushed me back into the steel door and pointed his gun to it "Open the door."

"But I thought you sa…" he put the gun in my face and I gestured an ok, and slowly put my hand on the knob and turned it. I swung the door open hitting him in the face he then fell back groaning I then ran in the room looking for a weapon when I saw the room it was heinously bloody the counters were splattered with blood and on most tables there was a line of brains sitting there. There was also a table with multiple chairs around it. And in the back of the room there was a cell filled with at least 7 zombies growling and scratching and biting at the doors I turned around to get out and he was there, gun at my face. He grabbed me and wrapped his arm around my neck and the other one with the gun at my head I then bit him when he shot back with pain I punched him in the face and he swung his arms trying to grab me. He swung at me and I ducked down. He than kicked me in the stomach and I collapsed my sore body trying to get up, I grabbed his foot and flipped him over and ran to the ladder he got up a second later pulled me down muzzled my mouth and tied me to a chair.

I looked up at him hazelly.

"What do you want?"

He chuckled and pulled my chair up to the tv screen. "If your name is Warren then that means you will be able to help me."

"Great then how about you let me out and I'll get right on it."

He shook his head "Oh no no no you can help me from where you are."

I sighed "Okay then how can I help you."
He ignored me and then went in the back room, he came out a little while later with a VCR tape. He then inserted it in the T.V and walked back to me.

"Do you know a man called The Murphy?"

I smiled at him "No."

"LIER!" he screams. he then grabs the T.V remote off the back table and turns on the T.V "Watch."

I look at the screen it's staticky for a moment but then I can see a man in a chair along with Murphy seated and tied up next to him. The room there has a back round with the words Dead Live posted just plainly in view. The video then starts and the man in glasses and curly hair speaks.

"Welcome to the National Institute of the Zombie arts. I am Dean Madeline, founder. I'm joined by the only known human to survive being bit by a zombie. Welcome."

The man then looks at Murphy awaiting his response, when Murphy says nothing he pulls out a black remotes and shocks him. Murphy then screams out as the bolts run through his body. It may not seem like it but I feel bad for Murphy, for a single human he endures a lot. My capture then walks up to me and then knocks on my chair and points back to the screen for me to pay attention.

"As you can see, Mr. Murphy feels pain. At this stage of his evolution, his central nervous system responds to 50,000 volts. Welcome" He repeats agitated at Murphy refusing to participate, however Murphy reluctantly gives in.

"Thank you it's my pleasure to be here."

This goes on for a while with Murphy trying to bite him and even controlling a zombie to try to set him free. but then I notice something just as the interview is finishing up Dean asks a question and Murphy answers with his usual sarcasm however Dean doesn't like his answer so he turns up the notches on the remote and shocks Murphy once again. As the expected result Murphy screams, but not just anything he yells for me. Yelling my name. Damn. There's no getting out of this one this lunatic is going to kill me. My capture then walks behind the TV and turns it off.

"Now I'm going to ask you again and don't you dare lie to me this time. Where is The Murphy?"

I chuckled "I know where he is, however I can't access him from this chair."

He thought for a moment and then started searching me, he took the little fishing knife and took off all sharp unnecessary accessories. He then pulled out his own knife and started cutting my ropes after that he lifted up his gun and the duffel bag of provisions.

"Get up."

I slowly stood up with both my hands in the air. He then gestured to the door.

"Go. Take me to The Murphy, and don't try anything."

I slowly started leaving the room and climbing the ladder to get out. When we made it out of the shed I realized that technically I had completely lied to him. I may have spent some time with Murphy before the crash but now I had no idea where he was. I thought for a moment as I aimlessly walked forward. This is bad I don't know where to take this man. I could run away but where would I run away to? The area I was in was pretty deserted. The only place that I knew was anywhere was that gas station, and even if I took him there what then? I didn't know the what then part but I did know that that was a place, and any place where there isn't space between us is a good place to go.

We walked for a while and no matter how many times I kept telling him we were almost there he was getting suspicious of me. Luckily the gas station was just around the corner. We walked into the parking lot and he grabbed my arm before going in.

"Is this where he is."

I nodded "Last place I saw him."

He grinned and went in front of me and headed into the gas station. This was my chance. He headed in and looked around, I then kicked him in the back using all my strength and he fell forward the gun flying out of his hand he started to crawl for it and I ran over quicker. Then I cocked the gun and held it out in front of him, but not to close where he could take it. He face palmed into the ground in defeat an I took the duffel bag along with his knife and walked around the isles to avoid him.

"Count yourself lucky I'm letting you live. But if you dare follow me I will kill you."

I slowly walked out of the gas station just in case he did decide to follow me. Now where to go next. I sighed I might try to check out Newmerica.

continue on to chapter 4

sorry this update took me so long between the events of after-Christmas I also have had a lot to do. But no excuses I will try to update quicker. Next chapter for a heads up will include Murphy, Doc, 10K, Sarge, and Warren + A little bit of other characters. I will try to add some good lines to the character 10K even though he isn't my main focus on this story I've found that a lot of the fans that are girls take a liking to him. I enjoy the character but I don't really see it. Again not hating I enjoy the character. Any who I will see you in the next update byeee -Grace