Strongest Survivors: The Apocalypse Diaries

Captured

Set a little after 'Sisters of Mercy'

I sighed as I searched along some shelves for food, even just a tiny bit. The group were pretty close to starving, and we had stretched our last lot of food out pretty far. I didn't get that hungry, but they definitely needed the stuff, so I figured I'd search the back room of the shop, hoping to find some leftover supplies, so far, I wasn't hopeful.

As I was searching I'd managed to gain a zombie follower, and I turned to it. "Go away." I hissed, praying that the group wouldn't walk in, if someone did, that it'd be 10k or Murphy. Still, it followed me. "For gods sake, just leave me alo.." I froze as a bullet was placed through the Zs head, and I was splattered with a little blood. "Thank god you made it!" I cheered, but when I turned I saw a man wearing sunglasses, who I didn't recognise. "Who are you?" I questioned, he aimed his gun at me. "Doesn't matter, you're coming with me. Scream and my man has visual on your group." He replied, I looked back at the door to the main shop, before slowly following the man. "Come on, guys. Now would be a good time to make a miraculous appearance." I thought to myself, but no hero came, and I was shoved into the back of a van.

Inside, there were two other guys and a woman. One guy had a long beard, the other a Mohawk. "What do you want from me?" I questioned, shrinking back into the corner. "You're going to fight for us." Mohawk replied, I rolled my eyes. "It's the apocalypse douchebag, everyone's fighting for themselves anyway. I mean, why the hell would you need a kid like me?"
"You're young, you can manipulate easy. I mean, just look at your sweet little face." The woman smiled, attempting to run a hand through my hair. I took hold of her wrist, "touch me again, and I'll break it." I warned, shoving her back. Sunglasses laughed from the wheel, "she's perfect." He chimed.

We drove on for another hour, until they dragged me out again and into an old house. It was surrounded by trees, in the middle of nowhere, meaning the likelihood that I would be found was even less. To get in, we climbed a ladder to the second floor, every other entrance was blocked with metal, meaning not a single Z could come and save me. I climbed up in the middle, and at the end, the woman pulled up the ladder.

"Sit here, don't move." Beard ordered, pushing me onto an old armchair. I did as he said, just looking around and examining the various paintings. Soon, sunglasses came back with a bowl and a spoon. "Eat, you look...well, blue." He said, holding it out. I looked down at the bowl, before hitting it to the side and allowing it to spill. "First of all, it's vitamin deficiency, not that you'd know what that means. And second of all, I'm not stupid. If you don't see it made or poured, don't take." I recited my personal rule, the only exception being if I watched someone else eat the food first. His smile faded, and next thing I knew, his hand was whipping across my face and I fell to the ground. "If you want to survive with us, you better show some respect! Get up." He ordered, and I slowly got to my feet, doing my best not to pull my knife right there and kill the guy. "Follow." He lead me down the corridor, and into another room.

"You'll be staying in here, lights out as soon as it gets dark. Try anything and you'll be shot." He warned, before shutting me in. I laid back onto the bed, looking up at the boarded window. "Fuck this." I mumbled, tugging at the wood, and smiling when it came loose. I looked down, there's no way I could get to the ground without breaking something, and then I wouldn't get very far. So I figured I'd just lay back and take a minute to watch the clouds, it made me relax, therefore allowing me to think more clearly. "Where are you guys?" I whispered, not even a zombie came stumbling through the woods.

About two hours later, the sun began to set and there was a knock on the door. I instantly put the wood back, and lay down, pretending to sleep. Step one, make myself seem harmless. The door opened, and shut again, but I heard footsteps getting closer. My hand crept down to my knife, and as soon as the person leant over to look at me, I shoved their head down into the pillow, before using the hilt to knock them out. It was the guy with the beard, and I smirked. "Can't beat Doc's beard, man." I muttered, before slowly opening the door. Only three people left in the house, and from what I remembered, the stairs were to the right.

I stuck to the wall as I snuck down the corridor, making sure to be quick and quiet. I soon reached the stairs, still no one. I guess that guy was on guard duty and the rest had gone to sleep. Downstairs was empty, and I turned the corner, only to find the treasure of the apocalypse. Food, water, ammo, enough for a small army, or our group for at least a month or two. I picked up the three backpacks, stuffing drinks in one and food in the other, then I took any ammo I could and shoved it into the last. Then I placed them all onto my back, ignoring the slight pain from the weight. That's when I heard someone upstairs, and I had no choice, I turned to the door and closed my eyes. "I need help!" I cried out, bringing zombies thudding on the metal. I pulled at it from the other side, and pretty soon we'd torn the door down. "Stop right there!" I heard the woman shout, I turned around and saluted. "See you later." Then I clicked and the Zs charged in, allowing me to escape. But I knew they wouldn't last long. They had very strong weapons, and there were only ten Zs.

I rushed through the trees, adrenaline fuelling my run and taking away the weight of all the food and water I'd stolen. "Murphy! 10k!" I screamed, running deeper into the trees, I didn't fear attracting zombies. "Murphy!" I called again, hoping they'd driven this way. The night was pretty quiet so my voice would go far. That's when I heard a distant shout, "Jordan!" It was so quiet that it sounded like a whisper, but still, I turned and sprinted towards it. "Ohh little girl!" I heard the men shouting behind me, followed by wicked laughter. Tears started to fall as I ran even faster, "Murphy! Where are you!?" I called out again, then I saw a Z shaking his head and going in one direction. "Well, it's a start." I mumbled, before going that way.

Gunshots were fired behind me, and I screamed, weaving through trees and jumping a rock. That's when I came out onto the road. "Murphy!" I screamed, spying the truck, and the people walking towards the trees where I stood. "Shoot!" I shouted, ducking down and watching as they fired at my kidnappers. As soon as they were dead, I shot up again and Murphy ran towards me, wrapping me in his arms as I cried. "I thought I'd never see you guys again." I wept, he didn't speak. Instead he ran his hand over my hair and rocked me slightly. Warren joined us, "are you alright, sweetie?" She asked, I turned and she hugged me too. That's when I remembered my bags.

"Guys, I may have brought presents." I said, walking to the back of the truck and tipping out everything I'd gotten my hands on. "Oh my god." Doc said in awe. All of them smiled at me, "if this is the luck we get from you risking your life, we ought to make you fight more often." Cassandra joked, I smiled at her, but shook my head. "Oh, trust me, I'm done fighting for a while. You lot can handle it, now come on, eat!"

As the group set on cooking the food over a fire, 10k walked over and hugged me, kissing my head. "Never do that again." He whispered, I leant into his chest. "I won't. I'm not going anywhere, now please, go get some food." I pushed him away, as Murphy walked over. "How exactly did you get out, those guys sounded pretty equipped." He questioned, I looked up at him and smirked. "Well, they didn't know they'd taken a cured survivor, let's just say zombies are good for escaping. Oh, and they felt you too, how'd you think I got back? A Z gave me a little clue and here I a,."

"Hey, Murphy, Baby Blue, get over here. I want in on this story." Doc called out to us, I nodded before saying what had happened. The only things I changed were that the zombies got into the house alone, and that luck had gotten me back to them...