Escape the Walking Dead // h.s.

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Jane's POV

"Jane," Christian woke me from my sleep and I turned over on the couch.

"Hmm?" I sniffled and sat up straight letting my feet hit the floor.

"We gotta get moving early today," Christian mumbled and tossed me a pair of clothes from the dresser.

A wave of anxiety slapped me in the chest like the waves in the ocean used to knock me over. Was this the last day I'd ever have to wake up here again? Was this the end of putting up with Eric and every single Mad Men ever again? Was it going to be over? Were we going to end this terrifying reign?

"Christian," I whispered while staring deep into his steel eyes, but he refused to meet my gaze. "Christian," I pointed my words sharply toward him.

He walked to his bathroom and ignored me, as usual.

I rolled my eyes and dressed in some new, cleaner clothes.

The hallways were silent as we walked along the front corridor. It seemed like Christian and I were the only one's awake. The further we walked the more I realized where he was taking me. We were going to the weapon's room. He was preparing us for whatever attack his was planning.

The man on the outside of the weapon's room door quickly scanned the hallway as Christian and I walked up. Then a silent exchange happened between the two and he let us inside without documenting anything in his book.

Was the guard part of Christian's group of people? Was he one of us? Was he ready for this to be over as well?

The door closed behind us and my wide eyes ran over to Christian's. He seemed nonchalant as he moved through stacks and piles of weapons. Taking my knife from the pile, I shoved it into my belt so no one would notice it when we left this room. Christian took two handheld guns and gave me one with a fully loaded clip. I swallowed as I mentally prepared to murder people again.

No, murder Mad Men. I was preparing to murder Mad Men. And I wasn't sad about it. I was ready. I was ready to burn this place down to the ground. I was ready to kill every last one of them. It could take me with it. It could change me. But I was ready.

Our eyes met for a moment and I saw a bit of fear in Christian's. It was the first time I saw anything like it in his eyes. But I saw it. I saw it clear as day.

"Christian," I whispered trying to find any clue on his face about what was going to happen today. He settled his stare on mine as we silently exchanged our fear together.

Just as our minds cleared themselves up of fog, we heard muffled voices. Quickly, Christian shoved both the guns in the back of my belt next to my knife.

Fuck. I had three weapons on me now.

"Jane," Christian's arm grabbed onto mine and swung me into the wall. "Get down on your knees."

"What?"

He reached above my head and pushed me down with the palm of his hand.

"Get down," he growled at me and gripped my hair.

"Fuck, Christian!" I whisper screamed at him.

The cement ground pressed into my knees painfully and I dealt with the pain for a moment. While looking up at him with confusion and anger, I watched him unzip his jeans right in front of my line of vision.

"Play along," Christian murmured and I squeezed my eyes shut as he pulled out his dick in front of my face.

Just then Christian grunted and slammed his hand on the wall while I freaked out internally. The door of the weapon's room opened and I opened my eyes.