Perhaps We'll Meet Another Day

When Things Go FUBAR

Without courtesy or warning otherwise, Lexi was shoved into the small, bare basement room of the house the raiders called home. The force behind it nearly sent her into the opposite wall but, even with her hands cuffed behind her back, she managed to catch her balance before falling or smashing face-first into it. Looking back she saw Law, his face bruised from the punch he'd earned back at the department store, shoved inside in much the same way, though they made sure to trip up his feet so he went stumbling to the floor with a grunt.

The two raiders who'd brought them down here stood just outside the door frame, watching their captives carefully. Lexi eyed both warily, waiting for them to make a further move, but they didn't.

"Don't try nothin' stupid." The curly-haired leader of the group said, then shrugged with a grin. "Or do, and see what happens."

With that, the door shut soundly. Both captives could hear the sound of a lock being placed on the outside, heavy duty or just complicated at the very least. Law shuffled to his knees as the sound ceased and their footsteps faded from hearing.

The sound of their staggered breathing was all that was left behind. Lexi looked around, inspecting their prison cell for any means of escape. Law did the same, both of them silent in thought.

There was no furniture at all, and for the most part it was a relatively clean room. Lexi suspected that it may have been newly renovated before the zombies rose up. No scuff marks or scratches from previously being lived in, and for being nearly three years into the apocalypse, the 'new' window installed still had the protective plastic covering the inside face. Just outside, she could see a metal grate placed atop the window well to prevent anyone or anything from getting in. Or out, in their case.

The only things breaking up the monotony of the interior room was a closet with sliding doors, both portions resting on the left to leave the right side open, and an air vent towards the right corner of one side.

An empty room. No apparent way out without alerting the people who'd captured them. What a predicament.

Lexi sighed, moving to kneel in front of Law, inspecting his face much closer than she had until that point. The area just under his right eye was a blatant red, some areas already fading into the darker black it would be the next day. "You ok?"

He winced, trying to adjust his shoulders into a more comfortable position, but felt too uncomfortable to look her in the eye while they were this close. "I'll live..."

"I don't see any obvious way out of here." She said, glancing behind him at the window. "I mean, I guess the window is one way but...I don't know if we'd be able to climb out of here cuffed like this."

"They'd hear it shatter and be on us in a second." He added, shaking his head. "Not much of an option."

"Yeah..." She admitted sadly, glancing around again with distain. "Didn't even spare a couch for us."

Law huffed without smiling, the closest thing he could come to a laugh right now given the state of his face. "Not much for hospitality, obviously."

They went silent for awhile, Lexi standing and pacing the edge of the room as if their escape lie in a crack in the wall or some minuscule detail they'd missed the first glance around. Law watched her for a moment, then shook his head. "Give it a rest for now. I doubt we'll be able to find a way to escape."

"I'm just keeping busy, really." She said, but ultimately walked back over to where he'd leaned against one wall and joined him a foot or two away. To her, it felt even further.

They stared at the opposite wall, tired and a bit morose as their situation fully sank in. Things had been going great. Well, nearly. And now this?