Escape the Walking Dead // h.s.

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Jane's POV

It wasn't until when Eric walked away that I could see clearly again. He knew the only way to make me suffer was to bring those two into it. Harry and Will were at his mercy all because of me. Why he decided to play his biggest game with us would forever haunt my imagination.

I searched for the steel eyed Mad Man near where Eric had trekked back to, but the man was gone. I cringed at the fact that I was searching for him, but I had questions and I desperately needed answers.

My wish on seeing him was soon granted and I watched him eyeing me nervously from the doorway of the cafeteria, where only the Mad Men came from. Us, the women, came from a separate corridor for our own humiliation.

The room seemed to shift as our eyes met and I kept my stare on him hard and perceptive. I hadn't noticed that the women's food line was being moved ahead to grab a tray of food.

"Hey! Lady!" A Mad Man grabbed my attention and pulled me by the roots of my hair up the line to follow the women to the trays of food designated for us.

This hurt more than any slap across the face I'd received here and it didn't sit well with me. Men were cheering all around us at the interaction and for a split second I forgot that I was being imprisoned.

Red hot anger shot through me. I took my elbow and shoved it into his rib cage. He halved over and clasped at his side while trying to get a grip of me again. The roars around us grew louder and all of the attention in the room fell upon us.

As the rude Mad Men bent over in crippling pain, I took his head in my hands and brought my knee up to hit him in the face. The crunch of bone sounded and blood squirted all over the floor.

"I'm not a lady, you fucking asshole!" I breathed out with hot emotion.

"Bitch!" He cried out.

I took a step back as he hollered and yelled in pain and probably in extreme embarrassment. Without thinking still, I lifted my leg back up and kicked him to the floor.

"No, you're my bitch now," I growled with my hair all a mess around my face.

The men around us were laughing and flinging their food on the man. I walked away and got a tray from the food counter. The ladies I sat by all tried to hide their smiles as I angrily stabbed at my food with my fork.

I kept my head low and tried to let the situation roll over. I didn't need the spotlight on me and inevitably get Eric's unneeded attention. It was already terrible enough that he had Will and Harry's lives over my head. My bad behavior was correlated directly to Will and Harry's well being.

Fuck, what if me doing this would get Harry and Will killed?

"Jane," Kelsey whispered to me. I hadn't realized I had taken the seat next to her. "Have you chosen someone?"

My head whipped to my right. What the actual fuck was she talking about?

"Look at your food. Don't look at me," she said quickly and I turned my head slowly back down to my food.

"What does that mean?" I spoke slowly while keeping my voice low and soft.

"You need to choose someone before you're everyone's," she said with much haste to her tone.

I tried to understand what she was saying but I just couldn't. Nothing in this world was making sense. Nothing at all. But I needed to eat, so I tried to focus on that.

I realized then that we were being escorted back out of the cafeteria.

"Kelsey," I grabbed her arm as she started walking away from the table with the rest of the women. "What does that mean?"