Hey everyone and welcome back to the hellish world we live in! Last time… Drew died. Yay. *Crowd is silent*
Chad: The hell Drew, you killed yourself!
Yeah well I was going to die anyway in episode 4!
Will: *Silence*
Sal: Well then why are you updating so early?
Because I was in the mood for TWD okay? I've also started to watch fear the walking dead; it's a pretty good show granted that everyone in los Vegas goes bad shit crazy when a homeless guy gets shot like twenty times. But enough of that, time to start this chapter which may or may not get you guys totally pissed!
Will's POV
Two days after camp attack 12:00PM
I crouched down to pick up another shredded tent. My back already felt like crap but I had to pull my weight around here, if I didn't, Tess and myself wouldn't get our limited rations. Tess had been injured in the attack, just a broken arm thank god, if she died… I don't know what I would do. After the attack, most of our food was gone, either trampled, on fire or taken by the bandits. Before the attack, there were over a hundred people living here, now there was barely thirty. Shaina has been in her tent this whole time, not coming out after Drew's death. Drew's dead. I still can't believe it myself. He had been the guy that brought everyone together into the group. Kenny and Clementine had run into the night when the attack started, we haven't seen them since. Mike has been helping out a lot as well as Sal putting back up the wall. We haven't seen Daniel either. Jose has been trying to get to know us better as a group, he has balls, and I'll give him that. Jose has also started to work on an old van outside the wall he found after the attack. The van is in pretty bad shape but he claims that a few days' work with the right tools and he should be able to get the thing going. We've been left in a pretty poor spot. I picked up the tent and headed to the new stockpile we made in the middle of the camp. The people from the community next over have sent over medics and military personal to watch over the remains of the tent village. I've heard that we're now working on 'relocation plans' whatever that means. The surprise attack has been called off for now, it seems whoever that was; they don't think it was the people from propaganda that attacked, 'too much stealth' they say. 'Usually, they just go for outright attacks' well whoever it was, I'm going to kick their god damn balls in when I find them. Nobody's seen any sign of Rufus or Meghan since the attack, believe me, I've asked. 'Have you seen a really big looking African guy, hunting rifle with a twelve year old girl, brown wavy hair, sweat pants, sport shoes, a nice as-' UGH I hate puberty… I dropped the tent onto the stockpile and trudged back towards the woods where no one was to pick up the last of the broken wood and tents. Just then, something tackled me and I fell on the ground, on my back. I immediately pulled out my spare revolver I had begun to keep around just in case. I looked at my attacker to see a grey kitty. SHIT… This was Smokey wasn't it? Drew used to talk about him a few times. How Smokey survived, I have no clue. Smokey then curled up on my lap and purred. Did Smokey know that Drew was dead? I slowly got into a sitting position and got up, holding Smokey in my arms. I trudged back to camp with Smokey in my right pocket and just stood right outside of Shaina's tent. I slowly made my way in to see Shiana on the floor, her eyes bloodshot from crying looked up at me.
"The hell you want Will." I took Smokey out of my pocket. Shiana looked at Smokey with glazed eyes.
"Will… that was Drew's cat… Smokey was it?" I nodded.
"Can I… can I hold him?" I handed Smokey to the now sitting Shiana. Smokey curled up in her lap and purred, falling asleep. Shiana then looked at me.
"Thank-thank you Will." I just nodded and headed out to collect the last of what was left of the tent village.
Five hours later
I had decided to take a walk alone outside of the walls which were now coming along. The sun was now setting and it looked…pretty. The path he was following was covered with debris and various walker bodies' but t didn't bother me anymore.
"Don't. Move." Click. I felt a gun being pressed to my head and heard the safety switch off. I raised my hands.
"Look-."
"THE HELL I JUST SAY?!" The person nearly shouted.
"You never said not to talk." The person with the gun grumbled and pressed the gun into my head more.
"Night." Then everything went black.
? Hours later at unknown location
I felt a bag being lifted from my head and light assault me. I tried to raise my hands to find that they were bound to a chair. I looked around me to see that I was outside with lights being set up, people rushing around with military vests on and guns-pain exploded from my left cheek to see a skinny man with an oversized nose slap me.
"Stop looking around!"
"Well…" I started.
"I have to look somewhere." This earned another slap.
"Your our prisoner of war got it? We will torture you, bring you near to death and so on!" It was apparent that he wasn't the best with coming up with threats.
"ENOUGH." A voice bellowed. Everything went quiet and a man stepped out of a tent to my right.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
The man smiled at me.
"You miss your pal Bill? Here I am."
HOLY MOTHER FN GOD. SHIT WE ALL KNOW WHOS BACK .