Survivor (A Glenn Rhee fanfiction)

Claimed

Chapter 47: Claimed
Kadyn's POV

"Was she the only-"
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"-this can't be the only w-"
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"..and we'll stick to the pl-"

The first thing I register when I come to my senses is that my head is throbbing in pain. The second: my wrists are tied together.

Slumped against a fallen tree trunk, I realize I am missing my weapons and belongings. Even my coat has been stripped from my body. I was given the decency of keeping the rest of my clothing, thank God.

Where am I? And where are the people who captured me? I conclude that they were the people I heard talking when I was slipping in and out of consciousness earlier.

A camp was set up a few feet from where I'm sitting. Light gray smoke rises from a small pile of ashes. A pail of water sits near a ratty blanket.

From where I'm sitting, I can assume the camp is not far from the road I was previously on. The forest around me is quiet. I cautiously look around, craning my neck as best I can to get a glance behind me.

I conclude that I am indeed alone, again. I immediately make a move to tear at the bondages around my wrists with my teeth. Good thing my captors didn't think of taping my mouth.

I begin to form a plan in my head. Once I get these ropes off, I need to find my stuff and any of the supplies around the camp, and get the hell out of here, wherever here is.

"Oh, good, you're awake." An icy female voice speaks from behind me. I jump in surprise and crane my neck to get a glimpse of the speaker, dropping my wrists back to my lap.

A tall, slim woman strides into my view, sporting a black leather jacket. Her red hair is done up in a high ponytail, and an arrogant smirk is plastered on her pale lips.

She glares at me with forest green eyes. I notice streaks of blood adorning the pale skin on her cheek and neck.

"What do you want from me?" I ask, looking up at the woman, my bound wrists resting on my lap.

"That's simple. We want what you have." Two males suddenly step out from behind me, and stand beside the woman. The speaker, a muscular, blonde man, crosses his arms as he takes his place beside Miss Leather Jacket. The second man is a thin brunette, who stays silent but keeps his piercing eyes on me the whole time.

"I don't have anything. Not anymore. You already took all my damn stuff-"

I am cut off by a sharp impact to my nose. I hold back a squeak and replace my expression of surprise with one of anger.

"You're messing with the wrong person." I spit, glaring at the woman as blood drips from my nose and split lip. The woman kneels down closer to me and grips my jaw, forcing me to look straight at her.

"Keep running that pretty mouth. See where it gets you." The woman threatens in the same icy tone she introduced herself in.

"Hopefully away from you." I reply, forgetting to hold my tongue.

But instead of punching me again, the woman just smirks and stands back up. I only hang my head and wince when she turns around and heads towards the small camp. My nose isn't broken, but it's definitely going to be bruised. The blood continues to stream down my lips and chin, and I can't do anything to stop it.

When I look back up I notice the brunette man watching me still. He gazes at me for a moment before following the woman.

God, what have I gotten myself into this time?