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CHAPTER 16 < where is my mind? > • no episode • __________________
MY upper arms burned as the two guards whom were escorting me to who knows where, their grips only tightening more and more like I was some sort of rabid, unpredictable animal about to tear the faces off of everyone around me. Their grips leaving small crescent moon shaped marks on my upper arms.
Besides, can anyone blame me, who wouldn't love to see the Governors body, bloody and shredded apart at my feet? I know I'd do anything to see that.
The guards suddenly pulled me to a stop, standing still in statue, the bag over my head becoming claustrophobic, and suddenly breathing became much more difficult as I inhaled the dust that coated the old bag.
Somebody (the Governor) must have ordered the two guards to do something as within seconds the bag was rather aggressively pulled from off of my head, leaving my hair a static mess.
"Step forward." The Governor ordered me, and so I did. I knew there was no point in fighting or causing any kind of scene because by the looks of things, the entirety of Woodbury had gathered round, all standing in a curved line around me. Armed guards were the only thing stopping them from getting to me. All they did was waste valuable resources, throwing things like water, tomato's and all kinds of leafy vegetables at me.
Seriously, what had I done to any of these people? What lies had the Governor been feeding into their minds, practically brainwashing them.
The Governor turned his back to me, as two guards stepped forward, one untying the rope wrapped around my wrists, the other stood still, glaring at me his gun remained level with my face.
"Everybody, let's have quiet in the ring now!" The Governors voice boomed through the air, seemingly being carried for miles. But what really caught my attention was what the Governor has said, the ring? What was the ring and more importantly why the hell was I in it?
My eyes scanned the area surrounding me, praying that there would be some kind of escape, but there was nothing. There were guards everywhere, armed to the teeth with heavy artillery, and then there was me— poor little defenseless Spencer, always the abused.
Once again, I was being forced to helplessly watch as my own life came crashing down around me, the strength and self-esteem I'd built up for myself, gone. The hope I had for humanity after the farm, gone. What was the point of even being here? I, myself could answer that one— the point was to not let people like the Governor or those fucked up psychos from the forest win. No, it was to beat them at their own sick and twisted games. That was what I was going to do, being hell to the Governor. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, or next week— pfft maybe not even in a couple months, but one day I'd finally get my revenge, and I'd die whilst doing so if it meant seeing them suffer.
