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In one moment, I was watching Amira and Nate escape this makeshift hell hole of a town and then the next I was being tackled to the concrete, and yet another fucking bag was thrown over my head.

I'd tried to fight off my attacker, but after being taped to a chair all day, all the shit my own uncle had put me and my girlfriend through with the walker, on top of no food or water in my system since early this morning, I wasn't as up to par as I should be.

I'd been taken down in a moment of weakness when my concerns were on my girl instead of the people shooting at all of us as we tried to escape.

I could only assume by now that the body behind mine was my dad; who like me was trying to maneuver out of the bindings both of us were put into.

For the first time in my life, I was thankful that the two of us were lackluster to communicate the very shitty situation we'd found ourselves in because if it was any other person behind my back, I'm sure they'd be talking about an escape plan, or how well and truly screwed we might just be.

Without weapons and bound yet again just like earlier, the odds of this weren't looking too good for the second time in a singular day, not to include that there was over two dozen people shooting at us before we'd been caught, and probably more than that number of residence residing in this place.

We'd been moved around seemingly since the moment the bag was shoved over our heads, never giving me time to think about where we might be, as the only real places i'd seen inside this town were the room Amira and I were shoved into together and the very brief glimpses of the town, and the store we'd hid out inside.

I can make out voices in the distance, confirming my suspicions that there's a hell of a lot more people here than just gunman as we're shoved towards somewhere where the noise and voices only grow.

An unrecognizable voice shouts into the air as we come to a stop.

"These two, are some of the terrorists." The voice says as a hand grabs ahold of my bicep and I struggle against the hand but they hold fast before removing the bag over my head and the bright light momentarily blinds me as my eyes adjust to the change in lighting. "Merles own brother and nephew." The voice says from a foot away.

The first thing to come into focus is my uncle's face. Realization dawns on him, and he stares at my dad, barely giving me a sideways glance. He watches my dad look around like me, trying to take in our surroundings with a shellshocked expression.

Considering the shit he's put me through in the last several hours, my face hardens into stone before I tear my gaze away from him and take in the amount of people surrounding what looks like an arena of sorts, all of them staring at us like were caged animals.

"What should we do with them?" The voice from earlier says, and I can only assume that the man with the white clothe over his eyeball is this governor that was mentioned by my own dad earlier as he plays the crowd like some monarch.

A consensus from the crowd is that the three of us be killed but I remain unfazed as I take in the people and our surroundings.

The voices grow impossibly louder as they all holler their demand for our execution before the Governor approaches Merle not stealing a glance at me or my dad as he faces him.

"You wanted your brother. Now you got him." The dude says with a smile that would make anyone skin crawl before walking away as someone cuts the bindings to mine and my dads hands but I already know someone is right behind us both with a gun at the ready.