Highschool Apocalypse (Starring YOU)

7

I groaned in my sleep. While dreaming that everything was back to normal, and hell wasn't ruling over, I felt an ice cold rag touch my cheek and I woke immediately, gasping. 

I was not alone in a small basement with my hands and feet tied together in one or the corners. There were at least six people surrounding me (I felt too dizzy to count). Most of them wore masks and black robes, but one person, who was probably their leader, was kneeling down beside me.

When he spoke, I winced at the very low, raspy voice. "You're finally awake."

I felt like I shouldn't speak, so I kept my mouth shut and closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see the blade that would tear into my head.

It was silent for a moment and I opened my eyes slightly to see if they were hesitating. Blinking them wide open with shock, I saw that all of the masked people were gone, and it was just the leader and me.

I suddenly found my voice. "So, when am I dying?" I already accepted the fate that I would die when I stormed through the hallways of that mall recklessly.

The man laughed, which was so loud it made me wonder if he was trying to attract zombies to kill me. "There'll be no killing tonight."

"Then, why the hell are my hands and feet tied?" I asked, scowling. "Did you want to invite me to dinner like this?" I would obviously have a hard time eating, but I won't say no to food when it might be my only chance.

He shook his head, still chuckling. "My name is Carlton. Yours?"

"Fuck off! No way am I telling you my name!" I snarled, preparing to move out of the way if he dives a knife towards my head. I might actually let him kill me.

Carlton chuckled enthusiastically. "Nice to meet you, (Y/N)."

I was prepared to dodge, not for this. "How would you know my name? And why the hell would you ask me if you already knew?"

"I wanted to see if you remembered," Carlton responded lightly. He got up and strolled across the room to the exit. "Some humans don't remember who they are when we take them in."

He was leaving. "Wait! Tell me more!"

Carlton glanced back at me. "Tomorrow. You need to get some sleep." He winked at me.

"Fuck off," I hissed. "What about dinner? Or are you planning to starve me? Is that it?" So, he would make my death very slow, would he?

Carlton glared at me, and I feel self-satisfaction for pissing him off. "I'm not going to kill you. You are simply here," he continued when I opened my mouth to ask, "because we need you and your friends. Tomorrow you can tell us where they are and we'll let you go."

I became red with anger. "You're crazy if you think I'll tell you that!"

"Oh, I can make people talk," Carlton replied darkly. "I always can. And you might be begging for a second chance tomorrow. Night, my darling. Sleep tight. Don't let the zombies bite. Because if they do, it's lights out for you!" Then, he left, chuckling at his rhyme.

I scowled and decided it's wasn't worth it. I'll get out. But why did he say I'd be begging for a second chance tomorrow? Will he try to set zombies on me until I agreed to tell him where my friends are? I rolled my eyes. I give up.

I can't betray them even if I was mad. I'll die. I don't care. I wouldn't kill them. I wouldn't be able to live with myself...

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So sorry for the long wait, and yes, I know it's a short chapter. I'm sorry.