Living in the Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter Fifty-Six: Home

I slowly put down my crossbow on the ground.

"What the fuck do ya want?"

Clearly a man's voice, possibly a redneck or a creeper with my luck.

"I'm search for a place to stay."

"Ya got any weapons other then that 'sbow?"

"No."

"Turn 'round and kneel!" He commanded.

I did as I was told, I kneeled on the floor with my hands on my head.

Just as I was about to speak I remember falling to the floor before everything blacks out.

I slowly regain my consciousness and feel my hands are tied up on the railing of stairs while my feet are duct taped together. I didn't have a blindfold on, that was surprising to me.

"Wakey wakey purty thang."

I saw a man with a red bandana on his hair with dark brown eyes, he had many teeth missing with a lot of acne and was wearing a plaid long sleeved shirt that was cut in several different places with normal jeans that were tore in the knees. He was holding a shot gun over his shoulders. I saw he had my knife in hand.

'Shit I forgot I had that!' I thought in my head.

He came walking over to me and kneeled right in front of me.

"We're gonna have so much fun together."

He sent shivers down my spine and made my hair stand up, he was a creepy motherfucker.

"What's yer name, purty thang?"

'Should I lie and tell him a fake name? Why the hell should I do that?'

Then he put my knife on my cheek and ran it down just below my breasts.

"Ain't ya got a fuckin name?" He yelled and pressed the knife hard cutting my skin.

"Yes, Lucy."

"Ya don't look like a Lucy."

I felt him press the knife harder against my chest cutting my shirt off exposing my breasts. He cut me a little letting blood slowly slide down my body.

"Well ain't them purty?"

He now places his hands and cups my breasts and made the wrong mistake. He had his legs spread in-between my tied legs and with all my force I deck him right where any man doesn't want to be decked.

He falls over and is holding his manhood in his hands. He was still close enough to where I could kick him in the head. I kicked him in the head multiple times before stopping.

The knife was within reach of my feet. I could spread out my feet two centimeters enough to the point where I could hold the knife in-between my ankles.

I lifted my feet high up in the air and slammed it on the ground, cutting the tape and freeing my feet.

I began to pull off my boots and socks using the other foot and got the knife in-between my right foot toes.

My heads were tied to the wooden railing above my head. My feet could never reach above head, I wasn't ready to give up. I turn noticed that the balusters were slightly wobbly. I think with enough weight I could possibly break the railing and the balusters.

I used as much force and weight as I could and flung my back into the balusters causing them and the railing where I was tied to, to break.

My back really started to hurt but I was wanting to get the fuck out of there.