Part 6

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She wiggles her fingers.

"I'm gonna untie you right now but I'm trusting you won't do anything stupid." I say taking the rope from her mouth.

She sits up and I untie the rope around her wrists.

She looks around.

"As I said before, I'm Cassidy. Who are you?"

She stares at Christian.

"I'm Alaska." She says rubbing her wrists. I didn't mean to tie them so hard.

"This is Christian, that's Ariel, Jake, and the rest you will meet later. Follow me." I get up and help her up.

Christian, Ariel, and Jake follow too.

I take them into the big ranch house and into the empty room in the back of the house. The room is a light blue color and has a bed , a desk, and a lamp. We have many extra rooms in the house in case our group gets bigger, we will have room.

"Sit." I say and she sits on the bed.

"So am I a prisoner or what?" She asks.

"Your not a prisoner. I just have some questions to ask."

"Okay."

"Ariel, Jake, Christian can you wait outside the door for a couple of minutes."

"Are you sure?" Jake asks.

"I am perfectly fine." I say showing the knife in my pocket.

Christian pats Jake's back and they walk out.

Once he closes the door I take the knife out of my pocket and put it on the desk.

"I won't be needing that." I say.

"So what are these questions?" She speaks.

"How many walkers have you killed?"

"None."

"How many people have you killed?"

She stays silent.

I turn and look at her and she is counting her fingers.

"Too many to count." She says.

"My last question. Why?"

...............

"I don't remember." She says.

I walk out and close the door.

Ariel, Jake and Christian are whispering in the hall way.

"So what happened?" Ariel asks.

"I asked my questions. I got answers." I say continuing my walk to the side of the house.

Ariel looks at Christian confused and they stay by the room where Alaska is at. Jake follows me to the gray looking bench.

"Is she gonna stay?" Jake asks.

He sits next to me.

"Let me think." I say.

I close my eyes and cross my legs on the bench.

My eyes are close but I can still see Jake staring at me probably looking confused.

I wonder what Mike would think of Alaska's answers?

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