Dead love in my hands (Troy Otto story/ Fear the walking dead/ ftwd)

Upper Bay

We drove a couple more kilometers. There were people everywhere, happy and excited. The driver pulled over to the curb and turned off the car's engine.

"Let's get out," Elizabeth ordered.

Once outside, I felt a fresh breeze. It was blowing from the direction of Upper Bay, which was incredibly beautiful right now. Seagulls flew over the water surface, on which the rays of the morning sun played. My heart sank at the sight. I wanted to share it with Troy...

"Okay, stop admiring, let's go!"

We headed towards some kind of glass building. As I got closer, I realized that it was something like a greenhouse or a huge greenhouse. There were people inside. They worked in the ground. I took a closer look at the plants. Juicy tomatoes and peppers were on the bushes.

"We have fresh vegetables and fruits. We grow everything ourselves. We don't eat canned food and leftovers, as many people do now. Besides, we have cattle. And not only that. In general, everything is for a wonderful life. And a beautiful offspring," Elizabeth chuckled slightly, "I hope you understand?"

"Do I understand that you brought me here just because I'm an incubator? Definitely. Will I become an incubator? No."

"I understand you're still in shock. But everything will change. And you will take a closer look at the men from our society."

"Let's say. But what am I going to do here?"

"What can you do?"

"You'd better ask me what I can't do," I chuckled.

"To be modest," the lieutenant colonel replied quietly, "it seems that you are a doctor, well... you will help in the medical unit. You're lucky, usually the new ones go to the other side to clean up the walkers."

"You have an interesting idea of luck. What if I want to escape?"

"You'll get caught. And we will kill you."

"Where did you get the soldiers from? Are you somehow specifically selecting people for this or...?"

"You have too many questions. It's time for me to go. The sergeant will take you to the apartment. Later they will show you the workplace and give you clothes."

Brandon waited for Elizabeth and the rest of the soldiers to go to the car. As soon as they left, he let go of my hand and took off his helmet. There was a very young man standing in front of me. He looked about the same age as me. His dark hair had grown a little longer, and his bangs fell over his forehead and slightly covered his brown eyes. The sergeant ran his hand over his head, pushing his hair back.

"Now let's get to know each other properly. I'm Brandon," he held out his hand to me, "I think your name is Della."

I nodded, but ignored his hand. The man held her for a couple more seconds, and then lowered her and said sadly:

"I'm sorry, Della. I didn't want to, but I was following orders."

"That's enough," I rolled my eyes to keep from crying, "just take me where I need to go."

"Whatever you say. You'll get used to it over time, you'll like it here."

"It's unlikely."

***

"Nick," I called out to Clark, who was sitting at the bar, "that's enough, it's time to sober up," grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, I pulled Nick away from the bar, "that guy told me that Negan had come."

"Really? What's the plan?" Clark spoke hurriedly as we walked towards the rooms.

"I don't know, we'll improvise, Nikki."