Before the truck started moving, one of the men blindfolded us and tied our hands behind our backs.
"Dont try anything stupid, you'll regret it. " He said quiet and menacingly.
The truck backed off of the front lawn, and drove towards one of the exits. I guess i was saying good bye to that minivan, or at least so i thought.
"Boy, is there fuel in that van?" I didnt know who he was talking to, so i said nothing.
"Boy!" he was shouting now, "is there any fucking fuel in that van or yours?" I felt a hard fist connect with my stomach.
"Mmph, ugh, yes. Its almost full," I was in pain, it hurt to speak and breathe.
"Adrian, are you alright?" I heard Carl say, he sounded really nervous.
It hurt too much to breathe, let alone speak, so i let out a slow "mhm" to assure him that ill be fine.
I felt the truck come to a stop, and the weight of the truck bed lifted a bit. One of the men must of got out.
"Im going to get that van," one of the men said. There was no response, and truck started rolling again.
We had been moving for what seemed like hours, it was hard to tell how long its been when all you can see is total blackness. Finally, the truck came to a stop.
"Get up," i felt a boot kicking at my backside, and then someone grabbing my arm and lifting me. My hands were cut loose, and i took off the blindfold. I looked for Carl.
"Where is he?" i asked, panic stricken.
"He's safe, dont worry." Thats all i got for a response.
I looked around the area we were in. It was clean and quiet, people freely walking about, no weapons on hand. It was as if there was no impending danger at all, like the outbreak never happened. I looked around some more, and noticed people repairing miscellaneous things, door hinges, signs, there were even people mowing lawns.
"Where are we?" i asked, curiously.
"Welcome to Mayburn Heights."
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Walking With The Dead
Fanfic*I DO NOT OWN OR CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF "THE WALKING DEAD" NOR DO I OWN OR CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF ANY CHARACTERS IN "THE WALKING DEAD* Note: This story contains boyxboy content.
