My civilisation (D.D)

Ninety five: En route.

"Come on. Boss wants you outside"

I looked up through squinted eyes at Arat, she had her arms folded over her chest as she huffed.

"Come on, move it."

The moment she tried to yank me up did I swat her damn hands away.

"Listen lady, last time I saw you, you shot me. I'm not going anywhere with you." I growled.

"Just following boss's orders. Come on."

"Go to hell Arat."

"Come on!"

She tried grabbing me by my shoulder but I was quick to bite one of her fingers before she could yank me up. She winced in pain as she cradled her finger close to her chest, whilst I tried to refrain myself from laughing. Guess she isn't so tough after all. But hey, she's lucky I haven't put a bullet through her brain, really.

"I said I'm not going anywhere with you."

"What about me mam?" A male voice asked.

I jerked my head up away from an angry Arat and up to a familiar figure dressed in a...trench coat?

It was the one and only Eugene porter.

"I would be more than happy to chaperone miss Dixon to the location of departure. You can go."

Arat looked like she waned to argue, but after looking down on her bleeding finger did she decide to simply leave the cell. But who could blame her?

I immediately hopped onto my feet, placing my hands on Eugene's shoulders did I give them a squeeze.

"Porter! You're alive. That's great. So what's the plan?"

He knitted his brows together as though I had spoken in some foreign language.

"There is no plan mam. Other than to escort you to Negan."

"No I mean you're obviously trusted, you gonna sabotage their weapons, kill em from the inside or what?"

"I'm sorry to say none of the above mam. I'm of a high position here."

I shook my head viscously as I let him go and took a small step back. Was he serious or faking it?

"They've got you brain washed. They're just gonna stab you in the back. I can help you escape."

"I appreciate the concern, but I'm happy where I am. And as much as I would love to stay and speak with you, I have the responsibility to escort you to Negan." He stated in his monotone voice.

Following him out of the cell did I begin to rub my arm up and down as I was on edge with how brain washed Eugene was, but maybe there was still hope for him.

"Eugene?"

"Yes mam."

"How much have you bowed to Negan?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Have you said the whole I'm Negan thing."