Love Bites ~ Craig of the Dead au ~ Tricia x Karen fan fiction [COMPLETE]

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Head pounding.

Eyelids heavy.

"I think she's waking up," a familiar voice whispers, then a pair of hands grab my shoulders and shake me gently, "Tricia, don't make me slap you."

Limbs aching.

"I'm going to slap her."

"No, don't!" Another voice yelps, "look, she's coming round, there's no need to get physical."

With a long groan, I slowly sit up. I try to rub my aching head, but my wrists are bound and I've got something taped around my hands, a glove of some sort I'm assuming. My eyes open a tiny crack, but it's so dark that it's like I never opened them at all.

"Trish! How are you feeling, honey?" The voice belongs to Karen, but it sounds weird in my ears. Probably just because I was unconscious, "can you talk?"

"I think so." My voice is croaky and each word hurts my throat.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" Karen's head rests on my shoulder, "I'd give you a hug but my hands are tied up."

I pull at my restraints but they are, unfortunately, tied extremely well. One of our captors must've been a boy scout or something.

"Is everyone else here?" I ask.

"Firkle is being quiet as per usual and Phillip is trying to pee in the corner, but he can't get his pants down." Henrietta teases.

"Shut up! I'm going to piss myself." Phillip whines.

Footsteps begin approaching whatever closet we're stuck in, then a key is inserted into a lock.
The door slowly opens, creaking menacingly as blinding light floods in.

Stood in front of us with my bat in one hand and a gun in the other is one of the masked women. She doesn't look beaten up or bruised, so she must be the one that strangled me.

"Let us go, now!" I yell, "we haven't done anything to you."

Silently, the masked woman tucks the bat under her arm and raises a single finger, pointing towards the ceiling.

"What are you pointing at?" Henrietta demands, "answer us, freak!"

The woman doesn't reply. Instead, she lowers her finger so that it's pointing at Karen.
She whimpers, her bottom lip quivering as her eyes turn watery. Her shoulders shake as she tries to control her breathing.

"Please, not me... Not me..." she whispers.

But the woman doesn't choose her. The finger instead moves to Firkle, who shows no emotion, then to Phillip, me, Henrietta, and back to Karen.

"Oh my god, she's doing fucking eenie-meenie-miny-mo." Henrietta groans.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Firkle mutters.

The woman moves her finger again, pointing at each of us randomly until it settles on Phillip. He rolls his eyes and leans backwards, his head resting on the wall.

Suddenly, the woman lunges forward and grabs him by his hair, then starts dragging him out of the room as he kicks and screams.

"Ouch, fucking hell!" He yells, "let go of me, I can walk by myself."

The girl stops, as if thinking, and then releases his hair.

"Follow me," she says, her voice surprisingly low for a female, "If you even think about running, I'll kill you."

"I'll do whatever you want me to! I'll tell you anything you want, or do sexy stuff if that's the kind of shit you're after," he pauses for a second, "except maybe anal. Oh, and pee stuff, that's nasty... and while we're at it, I'm not that into bondage either, well, depends what kind we're talking ab-"

"Shut up and start walking. It's the next room over." The woman holds her gun up and gestures for Phillip to go in front of her.

Reluctantly, Phillip starts leave. His eyes are full of fear as he gazes helplessly at each of us. With his tied up hands, he gives us a sorrowful wave only seconds before the door slams shut behind him, enveloping us in overwhelming darkness.

Time doesn't seem to exist in the dark. What feels like hours could possibly be minutes, maybe even seconds, but it still feels like time is slipping through my fingers and the day is going by way too fast.

To my right, there's sniffling, the kind you do when you're trying not to cry.

"It's okay, babe. I'll make sure we get out of here alive." I lean my head on Karen's shoulder.

"That wasn't me," Karen says, then adds, "for once."

"Then who was it?" I whisper.

Another sniffle.

"Firkle, is it you?" Karen asks.

No reply. Although Firkle doesn't speak much so that isn't very surprising.

"Henrietta?"

Henrietta doesn't respond, but there's another sniffle and it definitely sounds like it's coming from Henrietta's direction.

"What's wrong, Hen?" Firkle asks.

"I've told you not to call me that." She mutters.

"I'll stop calling you that when you tell me what's wrong."

"Fuck you."

Firkle chuckles. It's strange hearing them talk like this, since usually they are quiet and mumbly.

"Is this about Lonnie?" I ask, remembering the way she reacted to seeing her artwork earlier, "who is Lonnie anyway?"

"Someone I'd rather not talk about, so shut the fuck up and leave me alone." Henrietta snaps.

We fall into silence. Henrietta doesn't sniffle anymore.

All of a sudden, there's yelling from the room next door. It's loud enough for us to hear it but not enough for us to be able to tell what they're saying. I can tell that Phillip is angering whoever he's yelling at, but that's pretty much it. Then, there's a scream, a bang, and silence.

We are all too stunned to speak.

Hundreds of thoughts run through my head at once, trying to explain what could've happened in there in an attempt to not consider the obvious: Phillip has been shot.
If he has been shot and we somehow get out of here alive, we're screwed. What are the chances of us running into someone else from his group? There's no way we'll be able to find them without him.

There could've been a zombie, or they were just using the gun to scare him into giving them information, or... he's dead.

Moments later, the door is opened by a bloody masked woman, who doesn't appear to be the same one from earlier. The finger raises, points, and picks Firkle.