The sun beating down was almost unbearable. As you scurried through the field your backpack full of supplies was clanking and clashing, making you extra cautious to make sure you weren't being tracked down by hungry walkers. Along the horizon you spotted a group of cars speeding down the barren road causing you to crouch down. "Who would be driving out here?" You thought as they raced past. Believing you were in the clear, you moved out again, this time a little faster. Your curiosity got the best of you and you wanted to see what the rush was about.
Following the road about a half mile down you saw the trucks parked by a camp. Slowly, you made your way to the back of one and peered over to see a group of guys shooting what looked like camp members. "Holy shit.." you whispered. They didn't look like walkers... so why were they killing them? As you backed up to leave your boot slipped over a rock causing you to crash to the ground with a loud clatter. "Shit, Shit, Shit!" The men stared at you with annoyance as a few made their way to you. Scrambling to get up you clambered to your feet and started to make a run for it. "Don't let her get away!" You heard a loud voice shout after you.
The sound of heavy boots running after you was all you heard before you came once again crashing down. One of the men had slammed you to the ground with a gun pointed to your head. A sly smile crossing his face as he slipped a sack over your face and tied your hands. "Should've been more careful." They stated.
"Shit.."
YOU ARE READING
Merle Dixon x Reader
HorrorWhat happens when the reader is taken hostage by the Governor and his accomplices? Will Merle save his past lover or will he keep his loyalty to the Governor?
