Deviant | Milo Manheim

002

Crawling out of that tunnel really made me think differently. These zombies have been locked up behind a wall for three years and it's astounding to see how they live. I've spent all these years thinking these creatures made a mess behind the border, having their own little bubble, tormenting each other every change they get. But it's so different— it actually left me speechless.

You could find so many words to describe what they created, but not one of them would be something along the lines of ugly or hazardous. It's nothing alike the town everyone else lives in, but it makes it special.

At least, I think it makes it special.

And to be completely honest, it kind of makes me feel happy for them that they've created a home for themselves to live in. For as far as I've seen, everyone here is accepted as equal.

I didn't get enough time to really look around the place. The second I crawled out of that muddy, small space, with a giant zombie at my heels, I was led to some shed and tied up in a chair. I was too scared to fight back, and it probably wouldn't have ended well for me if I did.

Now I'm sitting here in this dark room. The only light source being a dim lightbulb in the back of the room, but it's barely enough to allow my eyes to see my surroundings.

My wrists are tied up behind me, and maybe they did it on purpose, but it's actually kind of loose. Not loose enough for me to easily escape, but it makes it a whole lot easier.

Even though I know I should stay here, wait for someone to save me, I start fumbling with my hands. I try desperately to get rid of the rope. I'm doubtful someone could even save me. Who even thinks about attempting to cross the border? I can't even think of one person. Not even Josh, who loves to joke about doing it one day.

I scan the room, to my surprise finding something glistening in the dark. My feet are untied so it take my chances and get up, walking over to the table. As I get closer, I realize it's filled with weapons. Not guns, though. Just merely knifes, axes and daggers.

I frown, confused why they put me in a room with these objects. They could've tied me up real good, being entirely sure I won't escape, yet they didn't. They only tied my hands, and loosely. It's almost as if they want me to escape. Weird, but I still take the chance and turn around, trying to grab one of the knifes and attempting to cut the rope.

It takes me way longer than I expected to free myself. In all the movies I've watched, this seemed fairly easy. So I'm surprised to find out it's not. I'm surprised I'm even finding it out in the first place. I'd much rather spend my life believing it can be done in a minute or so.

Finally after probably twenty minutes, I get free. I gasp quietly, scared to drop the rope. Fearing something will happen once it meets the wooden floor. I bring my hands in front of me, still holding the rope. I carefully put it down on the table, keeping my eyes on it like it's alive. I wait a couple of seconds, making sure no one was watching me and is coming for me now that I got free.

But everything stays the same; quiet and unsettling. The light flickers, but it's been doing that this whole time. I turn around and head towards the lightbulb, hoping to figure out a way to make it shine brighter. My only thought is to twists it, tighten it, and hopefully that'll work.

Getting closer to the light source, I start to see more of my surroundings. The room is plain, dark wooden walls. A few shelves against them here and there, but that's mostly it. There's a door a little further, but I can't tell where it leads to. It might take me outside but there isn't any light shining from behind it. It is still night though.

I reach out for the light, starting to twist it. Much to my surprise, it actually works. I twist it a little faster, the light becoming steadier and brighter. Then it flicks again but comes back on at its brightest. I chuckle to myself in relief, although my heart is pounding in my chest. I look around the room again, becoming more sure that the door I'm facing will lead me outside.

I want to sprint towards it, see if it's open and, if it is, run as fast as I can. But something tells me I shouldn't. It can't be this easy to escape. There are probably a bunch of hungry zombies outside, actually expecting me to run out, right into their arms. So I don't. Instead, I stand still, contemplating what to do.

I could sit back down, pretend as if nothing happened and the ropes just magically slid off my hands. Or I could just go for it and run. I go with the first, and probably safer, option.

With my heart pounding heavily in my chest, I turn around slowly, suddenly feeling like I'm being watched. I take a step back before fully having turned around and gasp when my back meets a hard surface. I turn and immediately want to take a million steps back to create distance. I stare right into the same brown eyes as before. They look just as blood-stained as earlier and his presence sends the same uncomfortable shiver down my spine.

"Paisley Anderson.." A rough hand finds my waist and pulls me back to his body. I don't dare make a sound. I'm glad I didn't make a run for it. I hate his touch but I don't want to nudge his hand away. The air seems to be stuck in my lungs and I feel like I can't breathe.

"I knew you'd be smart enough not to run" he states, a smirk forming slowly on his face. He seems actually pleased with the situation. Which I can imagine, cause he still has me. Trapped right in front of him, captured by just his one hand. Though his fingers look rough and chapped, his touch is fairly soft. It's enough to keep me right where he wants.

"You look nice when you're scared, has everyone ever told you that?" he continues, leading me with him, throwing an arm around my shoulder. It's scary how nice and gentle his actions seem. But then when my eyes take a glimpse of his face, he's stone cold, emotionless and daunting.

He takes me back to the chair, sitting me down on it and crouching down in front of me. I'm scared of him and of what he may do. He hasn't done anything yet and, to be honest, that just makes it worse. I don't know what he wants from me. He crouched down in front of me, grabbing my knees and holding them. 

"I'll come and get you in fifteen minutes, there are clothes laid out for you over there. You better be dressed when I come in cause I won't knock" he smirks before getting up again and leaving the room, leaving me speechless. I manage to get a little glimpse from outside but I can't really make out anything specific.

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Hey! It's been way too long since I've written any of my fanfics but I'm so busy with school atm. I'm in my final year so I have a lot of tests and exams coming up the whole year through and I'm also busy looking at studies to do after I graduate. I'm hoping to find a little more time again to write because I really miss it.