𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫// 𝐓𝐖𝐃

S3: Locked In

(Naomie)

My eyes flutter open. There's bright white lights shining in my face, and the sound of water bubbles. My eyes are still blurry from whatever that man did. I can hardly think with the pounding in my head. My eyes take a moment to focus, so I keep them trained on light in front of me.

There's lights...

Boxes.

Water?

Fish tanks.

Hea-

"Ahh. What the-." I scream scooting back into the wall behind me. My arm yanks against something causing me to pull sideways. I'm too in shock to care about that right now, when there's a dozen walker heads snapping at me from inside fish tanks. "What in the world?" Who does this?

Yuck!

They're all still moving. Just there heads inside fish tanks, two in each, chomping down on nothing. I can't control the uncomfortable feeling that travels up my back.

I'm so scared right now.

Trying to ignore the walkers I turn my head to take in the rest of the room. It looks like an office, there's a chair in the middle, a table beside me, even some coats hung up on hangers, along side a pair of keys. The only other unusual thing in here is the small locked closet door. The door doesn't even look big enough for an adult to stand in, it's for someone like the size of me. And there's a strange thumping noise coming from inside. Maybe he has a puppy?

He's got walker heads in fish tanks, and kidnaps kids do you really think a puppy is a logical answer.

I gulp looking off towards the main door of the room. He could be waiting out there but if he is I can try and fight him, as long as he doesn't have that strange rag again. Or I'll wait till he leaves and sneak out that way-

Nevermind.

When I yank at my arm again, I reminded that I'm stuck to something. When I glance down my left hand is handcuffed to a metal pole on the wall. It looks like an old heater. I'm trapped completely. I try and yank again, only to cause a sharp pain against my wrist.

Jesus, what if he feeds me to whatever's in that closet?

Thump! Thump! Thump!

I glance back at the closet door, dodging the sight of the walker heads in the tanks. "Hello?" A good couple seconds go by but there's no answer from the other side.

It's just a dog. If it was a dog it would be barking. Oh right.

I gulp before looking back down to my feet, my jeans are scrapped up from when Merle yanked me to the ground. Oh man, Maggie just found me these new jeans.

"You awake?"

Oh no.

I can pretend to be sleeping, then he might leave. I could play along with his lies. Trick him into letting me out of the room, and then I can make a run for it. But I don't know the way back to the prison, and he might send someone out to find me. Or catch me himself.

I could kill him.

Had the chance, and I blew it.

The door opens slowly, barley enough room for him to slip in. He's much more careful then he was in the other room. When he finally squeezes his way in he shuts the door softly behind him.