fallen [h.s au]

three.

Quickly turning around, I'm faced by a tall boy who I'm guessing is around my age with brown curls pushed back by a bandana and green eyes staring right into mine. My insincts kick in, and I reach for my gun, pointing it right at him. I'm surprised when instead of getting his weapon out he simply raises his hands, as if he's surrendering.

"I'm not going to do anything, there's no need for that." he says in a much thicker accent than mine, nodding to my gun.

"If you think I'm that stupid, then I'm really offended." I scoff at his poor attempt to make me let down my guard. Ignoring what I said, he looks me up and down and frowns a little.

"Are you from-or were you from- the Green Group?" he asks and I freeze.

"Why?"

"1. I've heard what happened there, 2. You don't look like a loner and 3. I don't believe you are stupid enough to choose to wander completly alone." he answers and I'm surprised by how many things he observed in such a short time.

"You're alone too." I say placing my finger on the trigger.

"No, I'm here with some guys, they're exploring the surroundings."

I can't shoot him then, they'll hear and come kill me.

"So, was I right about your Group?" he continues.

"Yes." There's no use in lying, I'm not getting out of this unharmed, if not dead.

"I'm from the Black Group." he adds and I roll my eyes.

"And I care because..."

"You can join us."

At that, I let out a loud laugh, until I realise he's looking at me confused.

"Wow, you really do find me very stupid, I'm hurt." I say.

There's been many cases when people got sick and needed organ transplants and such and they lured loners in their Groups to use them as organ donors.

"I'm not gonna willingly enter an enemy Group so you can use me for whatever cruel plans you have." I clarify.

"I don't think we're an enemy Group since you don't have a Group."

He's about to say something else, but the two men who broke in the house I slept in last night appear out of nowhere. When they see me, they imediatly point their guns in my direction.

"Put your guns down." the green eyed guy demands.

"But-"

"Put. Your. Guns. Down."

I'm quite shocked by his actions. And I'm even more shocked when they listen and he sends me a small smile.

"Look," he starts again. "I want to help you. You're alone, and it's dangerous. Just come join our Group, we could use some extra hands."

Thinking about it now, if I don't join them, it's just a matter of time until I kick the bucket. I let out a long breath and lower my gun, placing it in my waist band. He shoots me another dimpled grin.

"Follow me." he says.

I hastily move towards him under the gazes of the two men, but I keep my distance. You never know what messed up plan they might have.

"Do you have any idea who might've done that to your Group?" Brown Curls questions.

"No." I simply answer.

On the way there, I find out Brown Curls' name is Harry, the bald one is Jim and the grey haired one is John. I shudder at the choice of name his parents made.

After an about half hour walk, I see three buildings with black flags, and big muscly men guarding the doors.

"So, these two buildings on your right are for people to live in and the one on your left is for everything else." Harry tells me and guides me to an entrance.

He guides me up some stairs and into a room with a bed, a small window and a closet.

"Thank you." I mumble for the first time since I agreed to all of this. They might have some hidden reasons, but I'm thankful for the fact that I'll have a bed to sleep in tonight.

"No problem. Come with me so I can show you where we eat, the infirmary and than we can see what else we'll do." he answers.

He shows me around, and no one seems to be shocked by my presence. Some of them even nod in my direction. Something weird is also the number of people that we pass.

"How many people live here?" I ask him.

"Around 500, I'm not sure."

Bloody Hell, many people to feed. The building they own, by the looks of it, used to be hotels or something, they're huge. And still, they must be absolutely full. I doubt they need extra hands around here. I'm about to say something, but a boy with blonde hair and dark brown eyes approaches us, along with a girl with brown hair and eyes.

"Hey Harry!" the guy says.

They talk a little and than turn to me.

"What will she do around here?" the blonde asks.

"I don't know, what did you do in your Group?" Harry turns to me.

"I went on raids." I answer and the blonde guy laughs, but the girl nudges him.

"Then that's what she'll do here too." he says.

"I'm Jennifer, and this is Ryder." the girl introduces her and the guy.

"I'm Rebel."

"Cool name!" she smiles.

"Thank you."

After that, Harry takes me to some type of storage and gives me some clothes and anything else necessary.

"Do you do this a lot?" I ask him.

"Do what?"

"Bring loners in your Group."

"Depends," he shrugs like it's no big deal. "Okay, so you have everything now, let's go eat, you're probably hungry."

It's so weird for someone to be so kind in times like these, so I can't help but still be a little suspicious. What's different about them?

My thoughts wander to Kyle and Parker. Are they together now? How's Park's wound? Did he find what he needed? They're big tough guys, I'm pretty sure they can make it on their own, but I miss them so much.

And Cassidy. It takes everything in me not to cry again in front of a hundred strangers having their lunch peacefully.

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