I Could Just Eat You Up {A "The Crafting Dead" Fanfiction}

Chapter Two; Retrieve The Spoon

     I woke up the next morning to the sound of a young girl screaming. I rushed to the front of my cell, watching as she was dragged out the big metal doors that separated us from Red. I sat and watched for a moment, and a sort of relieving feeling rushed over me.

     She was quite skinny, and if what Corl said was true, I knew she'd be somewhat safe. For as long as I've been here, I haven't seen anyone killed outright for anything except for, what I now know as, a meal. Corl's words lined up with the actions of Red's men. Except this time. I didn't know why she was being taken away. And honestly, I didn't know she had been in here. She was too far to the side for me to ever see her.

     Corl's cot creaked as he got up, staring at the doors as the girl was taken away.

"What'd she do?" He asked in a harsh whisper, moving closer to the barred window.

"I don't know, must've been something bad," I said. "She's far too skinny to be eaten," I mumbled, hating to admit the reality of this.

     Once the doors were shut, I got up and crawled over to the hole in the wall to talk to Corl.

"Is there any way out of here without being killed?" I asked in a stressed tone.

"I'm not sure. Red doesn't seem like the type to just throw people out and not do something to them. He doesn't see us as people, he sees us as food," He explained. "Unless we escape... I don't see us getting out of here alive," He admitted.

"Well then we escape. Easy," I said.

"No. Not easy. Red has this place surrounded. He has a whole army of those men. All in black protective armor and ghillie suits," He told me.

"Well there has to be a way out. There always is," I said.

     I'd never been trapped or anything and I didn't realize how stupid I sounded until I said it aloud.

"What's your big plan, then?" Corl asked.

"...I don't really know," I sighed, slumping against the stone wall.

"Then we wait it out. Maybe someone will get fed up and go mad on them all," He said, but I knew he wasn't counting on it.

     Minutes after our conversation, Red's men stormed back into the room. The slipped trays of food into out cells, shouting a forceful "eat up" as they were placed.

"Don't eat it all," Corl reminded as the guards left again.

"Got it," I sighed.

     I scanned over the food items on the tray. A chocolate bar, some marshmellows, a few slices of ham and a soda. I was slowly starting to believe Corl more and more, which helpfully reduced my hunger. I took a few bites of the ham and drank half the soda. The rest I tossed into the toilet.

     I set the tray near the edge of the cell and climbed up onto my cot. I had to get out of here. I wasn't going to lay here and wait to rot or be taken away to be killed.

"Any ideas on how to get out of here?" I asked Corl.

     I didn't get a response, and assumed he had fallen asleep. I was too lazy and weak-feeling to sit up and check.

"We could turn one of the guards on him," A voice said, coming from the other wall.

     I sat up at the sound of the voice, scooting over to the wall.

"How would we do that?" I asked, more eager to hear hid plan rather than his name.

"Bribe him, talk him into realizing how crazy Red is," He said.

"I don't even know Red," I said, frowning a bit.

"Well I definitely do. Your buddy obviously does, too," He said, nodding towards Corl's cell.

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

"Long before you. I've kept quiet," He said with a shrug.

"Oh," I said. "Well... make sure you don't ea-"

"All of my food, got it," He laughed.

"Right," I said with a shy smile.

"I'm Ghetto," The guy said.

"Ghetto, pretty cool name. I'm-"

"Hayden. And that's Corl," He said with another laugh. "I'm a good listener," He said, causing me to smile again.

"Well, then Ghetto... How are we going to escape?" I asked.

"I've been working on something. Buy I might have to take a couple days to make some adjustments. If all four of us are getting out of here, I need the time," He said.

"Four?" I questioned.

"Corl's friend, Sub. I'm guessing he's this guy over here. He hasn't said a word," Ghetto said, motioning to the other side of his cell which had a barred window leading into Sub's cell.

"Corl will be happy to know he's alive," I said.

"We've taken Corl's advice. Haven't eaten much," He said proudly.

"Well what's your plan, anyway?" I asked.

"See, I have this shovel. It's not really a shovel, it's a wooden spoon from the meals that I made into a shovel," He said. "If I give it to Corl, he can dig us out of here. His wall leafs right outside. If we dig under and then up, we'll be out of here," Ghetto said.

"Well, great. I'll give him the spoon," I said.

"There's out problem," He said. "The guards took it. One of them keeps it in his pocket, he's the tall blonde one," He said. "We need to get it off of him somehow," Ghetto said.

"When they come to get our trays, we can try to grab it," I said.

"But we have to be careful. If we get caught, we'll be dinner,"

**I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I'm excited to see where this plot goes, because it won't be exactly like the Crafting or Walking Dead. Just like Nick, I'll be getting some ideas from the comments. Leave your plot ideas on what you want to see happen. Be sure to vote!!! Thanks!!**