Nena's running faster ever faster. The thundering footsteps of the blonde haired man are carried by the wind. The trees blur by as she searches the woods for an escape route. Nena loses her footing and is unable to do anything as her face makes contact with the snowy ground. Her pursuer catches up to her just as she's about to get up. He places his foot on Nena's neck effectively pinning her to the snow covered surface and cutting of her air supply. Nena punches the back of his knee as hard as she can and he crumbles to the ground beside her. She jumps up and goes for her knife. It's missing.
"Fuck," she breathlessly cries out as the man slams her into a tree.
The man shoves his forearm against Nena's throat pushing harder and harder every second. Nena desperately punches at his face forcing him to release her. He pulls out his knife and lunges towards her. Nena dodges it and disarms him. His eyes shift back and forth making Nena wonder if he was really all there. He lunges towards Nena and unthinkingly she shoves the knife through his eye socket. The knife comes out bloody as the once dangerous man falls to the cold floor. Blood spills out around him seeping into the white snow. Nena stands upright with a look of victory on her face. It disappears when she thinks of Dean, Grace, and Matthew. Nena didn't know whether they had made it out or not, but she hoped that they had. She takes off into the woods once again. If she remembered correctly her husband Matthew had escaped with their kids and then headed south.
Nena's thoughts jump to her little sister Tami. Nena had rushed forward and shoved her knife into the bastard's chest but by then it was too late. Tami was gone. All that was left of her was her corpse. The light had banished from her eyes and Nena realized she'd never hear another useless corny joke from her sister ever again. It had saddened her but she had forced herself to keep going. She still had others to fight for, besides giving up was for the weak.
The crunching of snow makes Nena turn around. Before she can do anything she's tackled to the floor. The knife she stole from the man silently falls to the ground besides her. Nena fights furiously against her attacker throwing punches right and left. Nothing fazes them and before she can try another tactic a second person jerks her to her feet. She soon finds herself being held in between two people. She struggles trying to get free, but it's useless. Her strength is nothing compared to theirs. They half carry half force her to walk forward. Her thoughts go to her husband and kids. Please be safe.
They pass a seemingly endless amount of trees before coming to a stop. Up ahead is a massive building that Nena recognizes as a prison. Her eyes dart left and right trying to find an escape. All she sees are guards and more guards. For the first time in a long time she feels helpless. She chases down the feeling with incentive. She was going to get out of whatever the hell this place was and make it back to her family. There was no doubt about it. She ignores the small voice in the back of her head that tells her she's doomed. Nena wasn't the type to give up and she wasn't about to start now.
The men holding Nena lead her past two barbed wire fences and into the gloomy building. She looks around at the cells lining the walls. Images of torture fill her mind as she's lead through the hallway and into a cell block with mangled corpses hanging from the low ceiling. Her breath escapes her throat. Nena stops moving as the gruesome scene sinks in. She'd been captured by well-armed cannibals. She can't seem to pry her eyes off of the dangling meat. Who the fuck would resort to eating other humans? Sick bastards that's who.
The bandits force her into an empty cell. They lock the door behind her. Nena finally breaks her eyes away from the corpses looming over her. She sits down and leans against the cement wall. The way she had come in seemed simple enough meaning she could find her way back out. The only problem was the guards they had spread out across the lawn and in the guard towers. She tried to think off all the possible ways to escape. She easily sees the flaw in them and lets out a frustrated sigh.
Nena should have seen the whole picture, but she hadn't just like Frank (her group's unofficial leader) and the rest of her group. She had been blind sighted by what the bandits had to offer. They were excellent fighters and any protection the group could get was greatly sought after. Still Nena mentally cursed herself out for not noticing the way the bandits had scoped the area. Nena had thought it was because they were paranoid from being in a new group. Boy had she been wrong. She should have been more careful, more paranoid, and more wary, but she had foolishly decided that she wasn't going to let what the world had turned into rule her life, some good that had done her.
Nena recalled the moment that the bandits disguised as fellow survivors had begun shooting up the place. It hadn't seemed like a crazed shooting at all. It was much, much more selective. The bandits had captured some people, shot others and chased after those lucky few who had gotten away. It was sick. Nena wondered what plans they had for her and the others. Either the bandits were keeping people alive so that they could have fresh meat or they were just messed up in the head and had no real reason for their actions. If it was none of the previously mentioned than the bandits were much more disturbed than Nena could have ever imagined.
