Playing With Evil

Prisoners

We arrived at a place. It was dark in the truck and we couldn't see but when they opened the doors light flooded in. We were in a building. It seemed like it was a garage. Where they kept all their vehicles.

"Come on." A man said as he pulled me out of the back of the truck by my arm. He had a strong grip. I looked at him, able to get a better look in the light. His hair was light brown, cut like someone in the army.

I took a look around the place. It was a garage. Parts, tools, cars, vans, trucks and what looked to be gas jugs. These guys must fix anything they can so they can drive it. I saw the faces of my group. They were scared. After what happened to Gary, I was scared too. No one shed a tear, most of us didn't cry anymore. If someone did start crying I'm sure they would find them weak and kill them on the spot.

They walked us all down a long hallway. It was darker than what the garage area was. We made a left, and another long hallway, then a right. We came to a place that had rooms. Sort of like cells, but not really. There wasn't any way all of us would fit in one, and if they tried to, it would be inhumane. Although what was I talking about? Negan just smashed a guy's head in with a baseball bat like it was nothing.

"You four in here!" The brown haired army guy who had pulled me out of the truck said as he shoved me, Rick, Michonne and Carl into one room. They closed the door, but there were windows cut out that had bars across them so we could talk to whoever was outside of them, and we could at least see.

"You guys in here." Another voice said. I tried to look. It wasn't the same guy that put us in our room. From the glimpse I caught he had blonde hair that was curly.

I looked back at Rick and I noticed we had a small window cut out with bars in the wall as well, between the rooms so we could see and speak to the others. I looked in and saw it was Devon, Abraham, Glenn and Cassie in there. The room to our left had Sasha, Rosita and Eugene.

"Nothing stupid or we will shoot you on the spot." A voice said. It sounded like the blonde again.

The foot steps faded and I peaked out. There was no one out there. I tried the door, already knowing it was going to be locked. I tried at the bars, they wouldn't move.

"Aleya, leave it. We aren't getting out of here." Rick told me.

I looked over at him, anger obviously on my face. I moved away from the window and sat on one of the 4 beds. The room wasn't super small, but it wasn't super big. It had 4 beds, so obviously big enough to fit 4 people comfortably.

Michonne came and sat on the bed across from mine. She looked at me. "We will figure this out. We finally found Negan."

"But he took all our stuff." Carl said. I looked up and he was standing at the door, looking at us. Rick was looking out the window at the hall. Probably looking for some way out or thinking of a plan.

"No shit!" I snapped at him. "We are stuck here. And he will keep us and try to warp us and probably kill us."

"We will fight. We just have to come up with a plan first." Rick said and turned around to face me.

I laughed. "Fight? Plan? You wanted to fight this guy before you saw him. You didn't even have a plan and now look where we are! He killed Gary like he was nothing, and now you want to go up against him and try to think of a plan? Here's a plan. Lets NOT fight him until we get his trust because you about pissed yourself back there in the woods when he finally got his hands on us."

"He could have killed all of us!" Rick snapped back.

"Will you two shut the hell up!?" Abraham yelled from the room on the right. "We just got here. We have no idea what he is going to do."

"We need to figure out his plan before we try to make one of our own." Glenn chimed in.

"Hey! How do you know they don't have any type of security system and are totally watching us and listening to us right now?" Rosita commented from the room to my left.

Michonne sat there, shaking her head. She didn't know what to do and didn't want to get in the middle of it.

"She's right." I said and looked at Rick with a look that said, 'leave it'.

Rick huffed and walked to the door again. He leaned against the wall and looked out the bars to one of the front windows.

Michonne started to check out her blanket on the bed she was on while Carl sat on one of the empty beds and leaned against the wall, his legs pulled up and his chin on his knees. I laid back on my bed, knees bent and stared at the ceiling, trying to think of something to get the vision of Gary's bloody, mangled head, out of my mind. Nothing seemed to be working.

*Author's Note: Hope you like it. Any suggestions or comments, are welcome.*