Escape the Walking Dead // h.s.

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Jane's POV

I walked along the halls with Christian, following him step for step. He didn't tell me what room we were going to, but I sensed he wasn't telling me for my own good.

I felt my face redden seeing Sawyer down at the end of the hall, and as soon as he saw Christian and I walking towards him, he barricaded himself into a room not far from where he was standing. I shot my eyes to look at Christian and a proud smirk of pride appeared on his pink, chapped lips. He liked that he made an impression on Sawyer, and I kind of did too, so that same smirk appeared on my lips.

Going down more and more hallways, I was suddenly lost. Christian greeted a man standing outside a locked door. We stopped to converse with the bulky man and I hid my body with Christian's large shoulders.

"New tail?" The man smirked at me and chuckled toward Christian.

I frowned and thought back to the woman Christian killed because I chose him.

"Hopefully this one listens better," Christian looked over at me with his steel blue eyes and I stared back not liking this side of him even if it was for show. There was a deep part of him where he found comfort in his power and ego. I knew it. I could feel it.

Christian furrowed his brows after he saw my reaction to his statement and took the man's clipboard and signed his name on it with terrible handwriting. Figures.

"You know the drill. She has to stay out here," the big muscly man said while I tried to follow Christian in through the door.

"Christian," I gasped as the bulky man grabbed my arm and shoved me back into the hallway while Christian walked into what was clearly the weapons room.

"Let her in," Christian said authoritatively. The man's eyes stared at him shocked and when Christian didn't break the stare the man pushed me back into the room.

Almost tripping over myself from the force of his shove, I stumbled and caught myself on a table full of knives. It was in the center of the room and I stared intensely at the mere amount and variety of knives on the table. Then I saw mine.

"That's my knife," I reached for it but Christian grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away.

"Don't touch anything in here. Do you understand?" He squeezed my wrist and pulled me away from the table.

"Yes," I breathed out with my emotions getting caught in my throat.

He picked up what he knew was my knife and I felt my stomach twist. He walked to a wall of guns, grabbed a couple hand guns and then a bigger, more powerful gun.

In my brain I deduced all the need for the hardware was for whatever hunting mission Christian was about to take me on. Whether that meant hunting women down like they did to Jessica or if it meant we would be surveying and studying the moves of another group similar to Harry's town or even back when I was with Khan's group.

Leaving the compound in a Jeep, my hands were secured in zip ties behind my back again. Eric wasn't a fan of Christian taking me out of the fence, but somehow Christian convinced him to let me out. So here I was sitting next to a Mad Man who I was enslaved to with my hands useless behind my back and on our way to god knows what he had planned for our outing.

"Where are we going?" I mumbled wondering if this was all a plea to kill me without Harry and Will catching on. What if this was Eric's plan all along?

"I'll tell you when we get there," Christian mumbled and put a Metallica CD in.

Shit.

"You said you would help me find my brother and Harry. It's been weeks since I've chosen you and I've done everything you've asked and more. Why haven't I been updated on them?"