The Enemy

[2] Alone

Chapter song// Aloe Blacc - Wake Me Up

"Wish that I could stay forever this young, not afraid to close my eyes"

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"We're not gonna last here," Brian announced to the small group of experienced fighters he'd gathered, "The biters, there'll be a herd of them.
They'll fill the pits, they'll crawl over one another."

"We can dig bigger pits," I suggested.

"No that won't work. There'll be enough to tear right through our camp. Or it'll be people. There's nothing between us and the rest of the world. Nothing between us and them. We stay here, we'll die. The people who destroyed the camp I was in with Martinez they live in a prison. It's north off Highway 34. They got walls fences, plots of land for farming," I was dumbfounded as to why he was telling us this. "We could live there. If we're willing to take it from 'em. I have a plan to do it without anyone getting hurt," I doubt no one will get hurt. If we plan to take there home–their safe haven, then they'll put up a fight. I know I would. "I captured two of them."

"What?" I questioned in disbelief, capturing two of their people won't stop anyone from getting hurt, if anything Brian's just riled them up.

"I was scouting the prison and our paths crossed, so I took 'em,"

"You took them?" I repeated.

"They're the key. They're gonna help us take that prison without firing a shot. We can have it and we don't need to kill anyone. But we need to be prepared to. The people in this prison, not all of them are bad. But most of them are thieves, murderers. Now why should people like that have peace of mind when we're burying our own just about every day? These people, they mutilated me, burned my camp, killed my daughter," the sympathy I had for the prison survivors flooded away as he said they'd killed his daughter. "Now you saw me, I tried. I tried to die. 'Cause I didn't want to accept that you couldn't live in this world without getting blood on your hands. I found you people and I don't want to die.
I don't want you to die. Now we need to move now. They're gonna realize their people are gone and they're gonna start getting ready for whatever's next. We need to surprise them. Scare them. And we will win."

"I'm in," I stepped forward, we needed a safe place, we had children here.

"Pack up and get ready. We'll go over the plan in half an hour," and the group disbursed.
I decided to take matters into my own hands and went snooping in Brian's trailer-I don't know what I was looking for, but I just had mixed feelings when it came to Brian, I think he may be bipolar. As I opened the RV door, I jumped when two pairs of eyes stared at me. 'Well this was interesting', I thought to myself as I carefully shut the door. Two people sat on one of the benches, an African American woman and an old man with a groomed white beard. They're hands and feet were bound together to stop them from running away.

"You must be from the prison Brian told us about," I stated taking my own seat across from them.

"Brian?" The woman questioned, her eyes stabbed daggers into my own and her words came out like death threats.

"That's what he's calling himself these days?" the old man chuckled to himself as if something about the name Brian was funny, "he used to call himself the Governor."