The Saviors (WILL NOT CONTINUE)

Chapter 4. Blinding Daylight

.:Regina's POV:.
The tan leather seat clung to my sweaty, sunburnt legs. I glanced out the dirt smeared window, thousands of forest green trees grasped the deep brown flooring. Simon entered the keys into the car, when I heard a faint grumble come from the back seat of the vehicle. I turned my head. " What the s***!" I exclaimed. My eyes landed on a girl tied in the backseat, blindfolded and gagged with a towel.
" Before you ask, think," Simon stated whilst pulling out a pistol, aiming it towards my skull.
" Ok, ok," I said, tossing my hands beside my head.
" She was someone who was, hurt during an, um, demonstration." He stated. I swerved my head, her hand was bleeding.
" Ok, ok," I repeated, " Just don't hurt me. I promise I won't tell, a single soul. Cross my heart," I stuttered, while "crossing" my heart with my pointer finger.
" Good." He stated in a monotoned, almost robotic voice, before grasping a blue bandana. " Sorry Regina, just following protocol." He said before wrapping the royal blue bandana around my head.

* Time Skip*

" Aaaaannnd, we're here," Simon exclaimed, clutching at the bandana, before ripping it off, light flowed over my vision, the blinding daylight burning my eyes.
" Ugh, Simon? Is there, some sort of, I dunno, initiation?" I questioned, my mind still lingering on the words, following protocol what did it mean? Protocol.
" Not necessarily, just, ah gotta meet the main man."
" The main man?" I quickly questioned, nervous as to if my plan was failing.
" Negan?" Simon replied in a, that-was-so-obvious tone of voice. I held my tongue, plastering a confused face in hope that he'd explain a little more. " He, he, uh runs the place." I glanced around my surroundings for the first time since I'd first sat in the car. We were near a large run-down factory, surrounded by a shield of infected, that I guessed was used to protect the group of people. " So, Regina. How old are you?" Simon asked in a, very, uncomfortable tone.
" I was about 27 when this whole thing broke out so, I should be about 29. Why are you asking?"
" Well, we got a doctor here, oh yeah, would you uh, mind helping with the girl," He said pointing towards the short red headed girl laying in the back seat.
" Uh." I paused, contemplating before smothering a forced 'smile' on my face. "Sure! Anything to help." I stated before proceeding to wrap my hands around her arms, as Simon grasped her ankles, and we carried her. " So, uh, where's she goin'?" I asked between breaths.
" Infirmiry."

*A/N sorry I've been neglecting this for so long, but I haven't been very motivated to post more. Also sorry that this is so short but, again, I have been having trouble with my writing.*