Eyes fluttering open then squinting from the bright light coming through the barred window, Y/N groans from the aching headache coursing through her head. She lifts her hand up, cradling her head to make an effort in soothing it. The scab formed over the healing wound was rough on her fingertips and a pain to touch. Remembering what had happened, she jolted up, backing into the furthest corner of the cell.
She examines herself, looking over the scratch on her arm, bruised knuckles and clothes ripped more than before. Looking around the claustrophobic space, she eyes down her discarded jacket and pants. Grabbing her clothes with shaky hands, she puts them back on hoping to distract herself from what had happened to her while unconscious.
Unconscious for how long? She had no idea.
Taking deep breathes, she takes a closer look at the room, hoping to find a way out. Markings on the walls from previous ones who were captured and a small window there was no way of getting out of. Sighing, she rubs her eyes, yearning the day she'd see her friends again.
Her thoughts were cut short from the loud scraping sound of the metal door on the concrete floor. Seeing the German soldier, she moves back into her corner, to which makes him smile.
"I was wishing to see you again", he says, being fond of the American girl ahead of him. "Glad you're awake. You were out for 2 days."
She doesn't respond, only staring at him.
"Tell me you're happy to see me too darling."
"How about you tell me what you're here for then leave."
"Watch your attitude", he hissed. Walking up to her and grabbing her arm. He dragged her out of the room towards another door. Opening it up, he throws her in the room, slamming it behind her.
Rubbing her arm where the soldier had handled her she looks in front of her. There sits a man, presumably the "head-master" of the building.
He smiles, and motions to the chair at the other side of his desk, "Please, sit."
Keeping her guard up, the nurse walks over to the chair and sits down as she was asked. To her left was a framed photo of Hitler. Her face scrunches in disgust.
'At least they got his bad angle', she thinks to herself.
The man in sitting with her pulls out a pack of cigarettes, offering her one. She shakes her head no and pushes them away.
"I thought you smoked", the man remarks.
"Only on special occasions", she replies back, matching his monotone voice.
"Is this not one?"
"I wouldn't call this special."
He nods and stashes the box in the top left drawer of his desk. He opens a file flipping the pages. No doubt it was Y/N's, she crosses her arms over her chest.
"So tell me, Y/N. What do you like to do for fun?"
"What good does that give you?"
"Just trying to get to know you is all. You know you can trust me right?"
She scoffs. "You're funny", she says, calling his bluff. "We're not friends sir."
He moves off the topic. Oh, how much she just wanted to smack the calm attitude out of him. Made him seem so full of himself.
"I've talked to some of your friends already. Not your parents though. Do they know you're here?", he flips through the pages again. "I take it you're close with John Egan, and Gale Cleven correct?"
She stays silent, happy her friends are alive but chooses not to show her excitement to feed his pleasure of the situation.
"Oh! And how could I forget Curtis Biddick. How unfortunate of what happened to him. I am truly sorry for your loss."
Clenching her fists, nails denting the skin of her palms at the mention of her dead friend. "Keep his name out of your filthy mouth", she spat.
"Hit a nerve did I?"
She bites down on the inner part of her cheek in attempt to silence herself.
"Okay, so, I need information from you, and I do hope you comply."
She smiles, obliviously fake, "No."
"I would tell you what could happen, though a girl with your knowledge in nursing and language can be very valuable."
No reply.
"Y/N, please. All you need to do is tell me where you plan on hitting next."
She looks away.
"I'll have to put you back into the cell."
"Why? So the men you call your soldiers can rape me again?", she says clearly angered.
He chuckles, "My men would never do that."
"Your men, are pigs."
His smiles fades, noticing he wouldn't get information out of her. "Take her away", he finalizes.
She gets picked up once again, and brought away. Only this time it wasn't to her cell. They walked straight past the metal door and through the double doors at the end of the hallway. Sun beaming down on the pair, she shields her eyes with her hand. She's thrown into the back of a truck, locked in on all sides. The soldier who brought her here, hopped into the front, driving them away, glancing at her from time to time through the rear view mirror.
Trying to find any sort of recognizability, she frantically scans her surroundings moving beside her at 80km/h. All German, all being strangers to the distressed girl.
The truck comes to a halt. The driver gets out quickly, pulling Y/N out with him. Noticing a line of American soldiers, she gets thrown into the line headed to a train. Looking back at the man who threw her, he was already on his way back to the truck. Being a bit more at ease with the men who were all on the same team, she walks alongside with them. Germans, yelling at them left and right to quicken their pace, each helping each other to move as quickly as possible to their transporter.
Y/N was one of the last ones, gratefully taking the hand of a man who urged her to find a spot to stand as soon as she got on the train cart. Sitting down on an unoccupied seat, she looks over her hands, flexing her fingers to feel some sort of pain. She wished this all would be a dream, but knew in reality there was no getting out of the rabbit hole she had fell down.
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After The World Has Fallen ~ John Egan x Reader
ActionY/N was seen many times around the 100th bombers base. She was wherever the team needed her: in the clinic, making breakfast, helping with papers and on some occasions, a flight nurse. She was fun and playful, always joking around with those she kne...
