A/N Thanks so much for taking time to read this!
I slightly open my eye, and to see the same place I was. I didn't die! I don't feel the presence of "Jeremy" behind me, so I open both my eyes to see if he's getting a fire going. Which he does, he doesn't even have to look to know I am awake. He gives a smirk, just like he did last time.
"So I didn't kill you, are you gonna trust me?" he asks me.
I don't say anything, all I can do is try to stop a smile from coming on my face. Which doesn't work out well.
"And my name is really Jeremy, by the way. No need to ask that." he goes on to say, not even looking at me, too focused on the fire.
"So you want to tell what else I got besides a sprained ankle or leg or whatever." (when I said that I just made me think that I could have been some Southern Valley girl in another life, I know that sounds crazy but I did a lot of reading before the power went out.) I finally respond to him.
"What are you talking about?" he said, like he was shocked.
"If I had just a sprained ankle, why is everything else hurting? How do I know your just playing with me or whoever this Monroe Republic is and they are gonna find me?" I yell to him.
He mumbles something under his breath.
"What did you say?" I shout at him.
"I called you a conspirator. Maybe everything you are saying is a lie, he shouts back, "I'm leaving."
He grabs his backpack and packs up a few things. He starts to leave, I can't really do anything about it because I am in so much pain. Before I know it, probably 5 minutes have passed. I just feel like crying being by myself but I am used to it. But why now? I am just in shock, I tell myself.
I just decide to go back to sleep. Before I even can I heard something. Someone, it sounds like, walking toward the direction I am. Now it turned into run. I also hear someone else running now. So 2 people are running in my direction, so there is a 50 percent (or greater) that one of them is Jeremy. Then I hear more feet running, at least 4 people.
You see, there are trees all around the area I am in, so I see 4 people pop out of the trees. 1 of them of Jeremy. The other 3 smile when they see me, but Jeremy has a shocked look on his face. Jeremy shoots one of them, so there is one dead. Another fights Jeremy and Jeremy somehow drops his gun. I don't know where the other one is, which is totally bad because they could hurt Jeremy.
But before I can I even see the fight finish I black out with a hand over my mouth and Jeremy too focused on fighting.
I wake up not to see Jeremy's smirk, but to feel I am in handcuffs on both my hands and ankles. And still in pain. The one guy I had lost track on had smiled when I woke up, then he touched my hair. He wasn't the only one there, they were all in some uniform kind of like a government, when they existed. Oh crap, Jeremy was right, this must be the Monroe Republic.
The guy in charge (I knew because he was dressed better than the rest of them(and turns out there are more than 4 people)) said, "So glad we found you."
"So you are Monroe" is my response. They all look at each other and laugh.
"You honestly think I am Monroe, you are insane. I am Captain Neville."
"So you care to tell me my name, I would love to know. You know it's not like I remember it?"
"Don't worry Monroe could tell you that."
Then him and his men give each other this look like they know some secret that I don't, almost like they wanted me to know...but couldn't.
"Where is my friend?" I asked him, still have that anger and confidence in me, but in my mind freaking out.
"My guess he is either dead or he ran away before my men could finish him off. Boys, what happened." says Captain Neville.
One of his men reply "He is dead, I finished him off myself."
I am sitting in the wagon and anger fills me even more than before. The anger makes me run towards the man who just said that and attack him, punching, kicking, even biting him. But an inch before I could reach him, some force that is more powerful than my anger put something in my neck that made me sleepy and I quickly drifted off with the last thing I heard was them laughing.
My eyes open to see the handcuffs off my hand but still on my ankles and my right hand chained to the side of the wagon, that I was still trapped in. I try to pull my right hand out of the cuff but I don't to cause it so much pain that it bleeds, so I just try to wiggle it out as much as I can.
"Not a good idea to do that." one of the soldiers says to me, "Either you stop or I'll chain that other hand up." I don't even make eye contact with him, or any of the Militia.
Neville hands me a book and says, "Here read this, you are very important to Monroe, it's important we get you back safe or Monroe will have our heads."
I don't say anything, I just take the book from him. Poems by Emily Dickinson, I am not very big on poetry but she is probably my favorite. I was going to start this but it is getting dark, Why aren't we going to set up somewhere? I had to wait what felt like an hour before they set up camp. I still am in a lot of pain, but somehow I go to sleep.