[Currently Under Rewrite]
She was lost. She was alone. She was scared. She was surrounded by the dead.
Ashley Grant was thrown into the terrifying world of the dead walking the streets. All she wanted was to go to the grocery store but she ran into...
I wake up with a huge headache. I try to move my hands but they are restrained. I open my eyes and realize that I'm in a dark room tied down to a chair by my hands and ankles and a gag is in my mouth.
I pull at the restrains but it's obvious that I am not leaving this chair on my own. I try to scream through my gag, hoping that anyone will hear me, but its muffled.
The door opens and I freeze. A man walks in dressed in black.
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"Hello. My name is Guillermo. I mean you no harm." He says holding his hands up when he sees my wide eyes.
"Your group will be coming soon for you. We will make a trade. You for our guns and the boy. Some of my men will come and bring you out when they arrive." He says and then walks back out. I hear a lock click as the door shuts completely.
Just great. I'm now a trading card. Just what I wanted to be when I grew up. Ugh! I hate this!
I hope Rick and them are okay. I hope Glenn and Daryl aren't too hurt. I hope Rick keeps his guns. We need those guns for the camp. We have to protect our people. I have to protect them all.
I feel sweat trickle down my forehead. I quickly wipe it on my shoulder. I can't let them know anything. Not until this all blows over.
The door opens and two men walk in. They untie my feet and hands, and then retie them behind my back. They push me forward and down some halls. They quickly put a bag over my head.
I'm shoved up some stairs and we eventually make it to the rooftop. We stop and wait for something. I hear voice from below and guess Guillermo and Rick are talking.
"Oye!" I suddenly hear and I'm pushed forward and then they remove the bag and I look down in fear.
I hate to admit it, but I'm terrified of heights. Call it bad luck but I once nearly fell off the ferris wheel at the fair.
Then again, it wasn't actually my fault. Grace's friend tricked me and told me that a lion had escaped and I looked over the edge to find it, but the wheel stopped and I nearly fell over.
I see Rick, Glenn, and Daryl pointing their weapons at the people. My eyes start to droop and my head becomes heavy. I lower it and close my eyes briefly and then look back up.
"I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood." Guillermo says and then they walk back into the building.
