Love by the Bullet

Waking Up

Hayden's POV

As I wake up from an unexpected and unwanted sleep, I open my eyes slightly and take in my surroundings. I see concrete tables, concrete walls, concrete floors, concrete everything. I see rooms and windows covered with metal bars.

After my analyses I conclude that I am in a prison. I think. But why would I be in a prison? That's weird.

After a moment of confusion I remember all that happened to me: I met a boy, I'm pretty sure he said his name was Carl. Then he "accidentally" shot me, I then vaguely remember riding a horse through the woods and hearing loud shouts that only sounded like echoes off in the distance to me. I was carried into the prison by Carl and he was shouting for a man named Herschel. Then I was pinned down to the table I'm laying on now and I was given surgery and later I just blacked out I guess because I don't remember anything after that.

I try to form some words, but all that's comes out is a moan and a grumbling noise. I squirm a little bit. But I don't move much because I think there is something laying on my stomach. I look down and see a mess of brown hair and freckles. I wiggle a little bit and try to get him off of me but that's doesn't work very well.

Instead I am greeted by a pair of vibrant blue and worried eyes. He sits strait up and looks at me.

"Look who's up," he smirks at me. I then suddenly feel a sharp pain shoot through me. My whole body jerks at the sudden shock. I look down to see a big, white bandage wrapped around my waist. "You okay?" Carl asks.

"It...really...hurts," I groan in pain. Carl looks concerned and worried. His eyebrows are furrowed, his lips are pursed together, and he is staring intently at me. He flicks his eyes from my eyes to my bandage and back and forth again.

Moments later a group of people file into the room. They form a half circle around the table and just stare at me like I have two heads or something.

"How do you feel? Are you in pain? Do you need anything?" An old man who is missing a leg asks me. But I don't say anything I just look at him. I don't know any of these people. Why should I answer there questions. If anything, they should answer my thousands of questions sitting in my head. Just thinking about what is happening is freaking me out. My breath quickens and my chest moves up and down at a fast pace. After a moment of silence he asks me again. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I say fast and annoyed. I am angry, angry that I was shot and weakened. My dad was shot once and he was in bed for what seemed like forever. So I know that I will be weakened for a period of time. I just need to leave as fast as possible. "When can I leave?" I ask staring up at the broken light hanging from the concrete ceiling.

"Not for a while missy," another man with black hair and a beard, cowboy boots, and blue eyes like Carl's steps up beside the table covered in my blood. "Now where are our manors?" The man smiles at me, "I'm Rick, that's Maggie, Beth, Daryl, Glen, Herschel, Axel, Dexter, and I think you know Carl," Rick says pointing at each person.

"Yeah I know Carl," I say glancing at the boy who shot me. But I will admit he is kinda cute, in way. But I have a boyfriend. Actually no, I had a boyfriend. But either way I don't have time for a relationship and nor do I want one. Relationships make people weak because when people are in one they focus on their relationship more than their mission. Right now my mission is to stay alive. I promised my brother I would hang on as long as possible, and I never break a promise. Ever. So that's what I have to do: stay alive.

I examine each person and notice the blonde girl-Beth is holding a baby. But she seems pretty young to have a baby though. And me being the nosy bitch I am have to ask about it. "Who's the kid?" I nod in the direction of the baby.