Allison Owen was 13 when she had no choice but to take a desperate deal with the Governor, a choice she made for the safety of her friends. Three years later, still haunted by those memories, she finds herself on the run, seeking refuge within the w...
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~ Allison's POV ~
We were running for days, yet we are only a couple hours ahead of the storm coming. We haven't felt safe since we left, but was safety even a thing anymore? Sometimes it feels as though safety was always some kind of ploy to gain someone's trust, only to break it in the worst way possible. That, and the biters made it difficult to find any sort of security anymore. Yet somehow id pick the biters over him any day. At least the biters give me a fighting chance.
"Al, you with us? We can't keep moving like this. We need to take a break." a quivering voice came from behind me. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I must have drowned out their conversation. Turning around to the voice, I paused and rested my weapon on my shoulder.
"Jack we can't stop... We've been outrunning vehicles on foot this entire time, who knows how close they are." I felt responsible for putting these two in this position. It was my own doing that caused the entourage were running from.
"Al, look at us. We're practically starving, it's starting to get cold. If we keep going with Nina in this condition, all odds are against us. We won't make it more than 10 miles up the road. We need antibiotics" Jackson was practically pleading with me. I only briefly glanced over at Nina, seeing her in pain only made my stomach churn. Another reminder of the chaos I started.
I didn't give an answer. I truthfully had nothing to say, my mind was blank. This entire time we were running; I was trying to come up with a logical plan to get out of this. Nothing seemed right besides moving. If we stayed 3 steps ahead at all times, maybe, just maybe, he'd lose interest in his prisoners. Maybe he would find new ones to take our place. So long as we were out, that's all that mattered to me.
"Fine, you stay here and rest. I'm going to run a couple yards out and see if I can find something that will point us in the right direction" I gave no time for Jack to respond. I picked up my machete and headed deeper into the woods. I only allowed myself to look back once; only to see Nina's sigh of relief as she sat down.
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I always preferred to hunt alone. It's easier to stay hidden, quiet. As I scaled the rocks and fallen logs, I couldn't help but pray. We needed to find some food, Jackson was right, without any we won't make it much farther. It's not like we were fed much anyways being held captive. As my thoughts continued to race, I found myself at a set of train tracks. Usually, I'd turn back, head back to the cover of the trees, but a derailed cart had caught my attention. The door was slightly cracked open, yet no sign of life... or death for that matter. Something about this made me uneasy, but I held my machete close and made my way towards the door.
I peered in the crack in the door, only to see what looked like someone's sleep pack, and cans scattered about the floor of the cart. Holding my breath, I extended a hand and gripped firmly on the door handle. My heart pounded as I drew my weapon and ripped the cart door open.
