Hey, guys so I need a bit of help, I need a name for this new group and I thought I should allow the people reading the suggest names for this group. I hope you enjoy this Chapter.
I've basically dragged down the small corridor, a man holding my arm and holding a pistol in his other hand obviously willing to kill me if I did anything stupid, they're are very careful but not really with prisoners.
Allowing a prisoner to see the person they were with, they are basically asking for trouble and they are definitely going to get trouble and taking me to Arat is helping us get out a lot easier but not much.
We suddenly stop at a door near the end of the corridor, the man opens the door and throws me in, sending me straight to the floor, thankfully I managed to catch myself before I actually fell and hit my stomach.
I groan as I pull myself up, brushing myself off before looking at the door to see the man who threw me in grabbing the door handle and going to close it but didn't close it enough to avoid the finger, sticking my finger at him. Glaring at the now closed door.
"You're actually alive,"
I turn to see a figure sitting at a small table with their feet up, I scoff at the comment, of course, I'm alive I think to myself, of course, it's Arat, I send her a fake smile and sat in the seat in front of her.
"You look like shit," I tell her, as I take in her bruises on her face, a black eye and bruised cheek, "They've definitely beat you but... are you still willing to get out here," I whisper, just in case, Robert, and Maya or even some of the group are listening in.
"Of course I am... Why? You're not?" She asks, smirking at me. I roll my eyes and leaned back into my chair. "Of course I am... Do you have any idea's how to get out?" I question. Arat's eyes move from me and towards the door before looking back at me.
I watch as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out her walkie-talkie, I look at it. In shock since she's managed to get it off her escort and a bit skeptical about it, what if it's on of theirs and if we use it we get in contact with some here.
"Don't worry, I've realised they don't have them... pretty stupid, I say," Arat reassures me, making me feel a lot less skeptical about it. Suddenly she get's out of her chair and walks towards the small window at the back, picking up her chair and putting it near the wall.
Climbing on top to look out, I stand up myself, slowly walking towards her with a confused look on my face. "What are you doing?" I ask as she finally gets down and walks in front of me, crossing her arms and starts explaining.
"It doesn't look like we that far from the Sanctuary and we are on a high floor so I could actually see the top of the Sanctuary, so we're around the area which is good, all we need to do is figure a way out,"
"And now we have the walkie-talkie, we could potentially get in contact with someone in the Sanctuary and they could help us but... we can't put anyone in trouble so we need to find away out," I smile but it turns into a frown, realising that I have no idea how to get out.
"Right. We have one chance for this and we need to do this right so when we're taken back to those cells. I am almost certain a guard will come into check on us and that will be our chance and we'll meet back to this door and I know you can do it since you've escaped the Sanctuary,"
She quietly hisses the end part to me making me glare at her, that's never going to go. "Whatever, who's going to contact the Sanctuary?"
"Me, can't allow the pregnant woman having a beating now can I," She says in a fake voice, still glaring at her as I put my hands on my waist. "Oh... you don't know how much I want to beat your ass right now... but I can't since I'm -" I'm suddenly cut off by the door being thrown open.
"Times up!" The guy who brought me down from my cell growls before gesturing me to walk out, I walk towards him, not without looking back and silently saying, "Good luck,"
"Get moving!" I hear a click and something sticking into my back, I raise my hands in fake surrender and walked out of the room, only for me to get pushed forward. "Wow, you really need to cool off!" I snap before I walk into my cell and slamming the door in his face and sliding down it.
I've escaped the Sanctuary once and I know I could do it again. I'm almost certain I can get out of here but at that time, I wasn't pregnant at the time. Scared, no. Terrified if this goes wrong, I could potentially lose my child and I've already lost my daughter and I've had a miscarriage before.
I've already lost some much, losing my husband, my children and a load of people from the group. I can't lose my unborn child. I didn't want to hurt anybody but I will if I need to just to protect him, and I do believe I'm having a boy but I don't mind what gender the baby will be.
I lift my tank top up to see a small bump, I smile at the sight and a tear falls down my face, not a sad tear but a happy tear. Even though I'm stuck here and could lose my child getting out, he already means the world to me and I wouldn't change it for the world.
Even though when I first got to the Sanctuary, I was taken there against my will. Forcing me to leave my family. I don't despise the place anymore, even though people at Alexandria would be turning in disgust but I can't deny that Negan is a part of my family, he is the father of my child and I'll get out of here alive.
