Peyton's POV
The sky was still dark when I woke up. I looked around me and saw sleeping men. Where the hell am I? What happened? What's going on? I can't remember anything from my past except waking up just now. I tried to get up but I could move. I wanted to scream but I could get one to come out. I managed to turn my head to the side. I came face to face with a brown bearded man. Dried blood was running down his pale face. Is he dead? The man shifted his legs and I held my breath. He then yawned and turned to the other side. I released my breath and attempted to sit up. Finally after a bunch of tries I sat up and pain immediately shot through my body. I looked around and saw that we were surrounded by walls. There was only one big window. I could barely see out of it because of all the zombies on the other side. I looked down to scratch my neck and almost fainted at the sight.
My legs were nailed to the fucking ground.
What is wrong with these people?! I untied my hands and tried to find something sharp. I need to cut off the tips of the nails so It would be easier to get my legs off of them. My eyes searched the roofless room. Thankfully the moon was out because I wouldn't be able to see. Soon enough I saw a pair of bolt cutters only a few feet away. I started to reach for them but then took my hand away. What if this is a trap....why would there be a random pair of bolt cutters right next to me and so close I could reach them? This doesn't feel right. I took another good look around the room. After a while I saw a nearly invisible line connecting from the bolt cutters to a fire alarm. "What are you doing up bitch," a voice croaked from behind me. I slowly turned around and the brown bearded man was sitting up. He turned his back to me and turned back with a whiskey bottle. "Are you seriously going to drink whiskey at 6:00 in the morning?" I scoffed. The man just rolled his eyes, "go back to bed and don't bother me." He rolled back onto his side. "I can't because my fucking legs are nailed to the fucking ground," I mumbled. I dozed off after that.
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Broken Memories
FanfictionAC has only one choice....save her friend and keep on trying to survive? Or leave her friend and go somewhere safe. Somewhere no one, not even the walking dead, can reach her.
