A/N: Thank you demee for being my 1st official reviewer! (sorry jaja but I cant count you since I see you like every day xD) I'm glad to know you like it so far, makes me happy to know people are reading this ^.^

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Chapter 3

It was bright, too bright. Farah opened her eyes and squinted at the sun over head. Rubbing her eyes with the back of her palms, she blinked a few times before rolling on her side, facing the now died down fire, the man not there.

Letting out a breath of relief, she sat up and yawned, the sound of running water reminding her of her parched throat. Pushing the fur blanket aside, she stood, her eyes landing on the small brook a few yards away. Walking towards it she kneeled down, scooping water into her cupped hands, soaking the cuffs of her sweater. Bringing the water to her lips, she took a long sip; drinking a couple more handfuls she felt satisfied that she had quenched her thirst.

Out of her peripheral vision she saw a canteen bottle being filled. Staring at her reflection, she furrowed her brows, she hadn't heard him approach. Glancing at the man out of the corner of her eyes she noticed he wore a dark scruffy beard, his dark hair stuck up in every which direction and his brown eyes became a light color when the sun reflected off them, which she knew she wouldn't have discovered if he wasn't eying her out of the corner of his eyes also.

Farah quickly shifted her gaze back onto the water, her body tense, she didn't like this man, something was off about him. Standing up, she quickly walked back over to the fur blanket. Settling on top of it, she blinked. Two oranges were laid out across from her.

"Their yours." The man sat across from her, an orange in hand.

Reaching for one, she rolled it in her palms, unsure of what to do. Farah was seven when the virus was announced, she was never taught certain things; like how to peel off the skin of an orange.

Gray eyes glanced in the mans direction, he had taken the skin off and was chewing on a slice, watching her with an arched eyebrow. She frowned down at the orange in her palms before putting it out in front her.

The corner of the mans mouth twitched. "Can't peel a orange?"

Instead of answering she pulled her arm back. The man sighed, "Here."

Farah jumped as his orange landed in her lap. Setting her unpeeled orange aside, she ripped off a slice, putting it in her mouth.

"Once your done we need to leave."

She stopped mid-chew, body going rigid, eyes becoming guarded as they flew to the mans face. She remained silent, continuing to eat the orange that had suddenly become sour, eyes staring off to the side.

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Sneakers followed boots along with an uncomfortable silence.

Farah's mind wandered to the other prisoners, questions filling her head. Did they escape? Were they alright? Was Mondo and Shelly okay? Were they free?

Realization dawned on her just then, she was free. Stopping suddenly, she looked down at her ankle. Blinking stupidly, she raised her jeans up slightly. White cloth was wrapped around her ankle instead of the rope; she hadn't realized that the rope had been taken off.

Not hearing the others footfalls behind him, the man looked over his shoulder and stopped, his eyes landing on the white cloth he wrapped around her ankle.

He frowned. "Hey, c'mon."

Farah started at the mans voice, quickly moving and taking her place behind the man.

The mans frown deepned, he expected a mumbled apology but the girl stayed silent. Now that he was thinking about it, she hadn't spoken at all. Could she not speak? He mentally shrugged, why should he care? Just meant she wouldn't scream...

Farah fell into step behind the man, her eyes darting from the back of the mans head to the canteen tied to his pack. She wanted to ask for water, but her throat didn't want to form the words. Sighing softly, she stopped again and closed her eyes, inhailing through her nose she forced her body and mind into a calm state, picturing his face and pretending it was him she was going to ask the question to.

Opening her eyes, the words died in her mouth at the sound of a twig snapping. Her breathing hitched at the sight of another man standing a few yards to their left. Their eyes a dark brown, mixed with an odd color that seemed unnatural, stared at her with a look of displeasure before their gaze shifted to the man, eyes narrowing.

"Whats with the girl?"

Farah looked at the man in front of her and noticed something was wrong. The man became fidgety, his eyes darting every which way as if looking for a way out.

"Whats with the girl?" She heard the other man ask again.

"She's traveling with me." The mans voice sounded soft, scared.

Slowly, Farah backed up, unsure of the situation.

"Keep walking, cannibal." The other man spat.

Her eyes widened, cannibal?

"He doesn't have to move, but you do demon." Farah tensed at the other voice, her eyes shifted to the right, three men wearing ragid clothing stood close by and the man in front of her shuffled towards them.

Suddenly a hand grasped her arm, the man with unnatural eyes shot her a deadly glare, a warning. Swallowing, Farah began to tremble, her eyes wide with fear. "Girl's coming with me then."

All four men eyed the man next to her before turning and walking away, five more figures appeared from behind the trees and followed them, each holding guns. They could have easily killed the man if they wanted to, but why didn't they? Farah flinched as the man dragged her along none to gently, the question forgotten.

She didn't know where they were going or how long they had been walking, only that the man continued to drag her along. They soon came to a break in the woods, a small house stood in the middle of an open field. Farah guessed it must have been a ranch once, but was now deserted. A pile of debris sat a quarter-mile away from the house, the barn.

The man let her go suddenly and plopped down on the grass, leaning his back against a tree, closing his eyes he lett out a frustrated sigh. "Are you to stupid to know the difference between a smart cannibal and crazed one?"

Farah sat with her back to the man, hugging her knees to her chest as she stared at the small house. Negative thoughts crept into her mind, what would have happened if the man hadn't appeared? She would have been fresh meat for that Cannibal. Her eyes widened, what if this man was a Cannibal?

She looked over her shoulder, uncertantity in her eyes. The man seemed to know what was going through her mind at that moment for he voiced the answer she was looking for. "I would have eaten you already if I was a Cannibal, so you got nothing to worry 'bout."

Relaxing slightly, she stared off in the distance.

"Theres a Refugee town close by. Ill take you there, but get some rest. Its better to travel at night while in Cannibal territory." She heard the man say.

The Refugees were the last people Farah wanted to be with. They were the reason he was dead. They were the reason the Scavengers took an interest in her. They were the reason of her being kidnapped and trapped in that hell hole for over a year in a half. He could take her, but she wouldn't stay.


A/N: I promise you guys will have a much longer chapter next chapter...im half way done it with it i blieve - or think - and its much longer than any these of chapters. By the way would my readers like longer chapters or like how the chapters are right now? I feel I make them to short -.-