AWOKEN MONSTERs

Chapter 16

“This is your time,

 Your life's flashing before your eyes.

 And soon enough you will realize that this is goodbye,

 but what if I gave you a chance?

 You just have to sell your soul.”

It was just about night fall and Matt was about 30 minutes away from his new home with Dyaln, Jordan, Jorel and George. The three older males knew he was going out but didn’t know when he was coming back. Being about two months since they had left Jeff.  The wind blew Matthews curls into his face, he shivered slightly watching a group of what he’d had learned were called clickers stumble around over a corpse. The things were terrifying and made god awful sounds. They had well enough hearing so if you stepped on a twig the bloody things would all charge at you. It was scary. Matt had the option of staying there or hurrying to climb a tree, the tree was probably his best option since the clickers could run very well and matt well couldn’t run worth shit.

Matt scanned the area around him and froze, fear coursing through him immediately a larger male with a gun the barrel pointed directly at him.

“Get the fuck up rat” A silent growl as a hand wrapped itself around matt’s face tugging the 16 year old up, while also keeping his mouth shut.  When the curly haired male was up, he was half walking, half being dragged as the barrel was rammed into his skull, making matt let out a small whimper.

There was running and heavy footsteps, the male with the gun panicked and shoved matt away .  Matt sat on his hands and knees for a second trying to figure out what was happening, then he felt a pain in his side as he was kicked onto his back. The breath was knocked out of him as he tried to regain it he felt cold fingers wrapping around his neck. His flashlight had been knocked out of his hand so he was not able to see the face of his aggressor only a silhouette. The darkness didn’t help, the fact that breath was unavailable didn’t really help either.

“Look around, what do you see?

 The choices you never had the guts to make?

 I'm sorry you never could be the man that you wanted,

 But regret is wasted on me.”

The male  blacked out and woke in a dimly lit room. He was missing his shirt, and he was tied down to a table with a cloth gag shoved into his mouth. Matt breathed through his nose and cringed. The air was rancid and damp, water drips explained they were not above ground but below. Matt tasted crimson in the back of his throat as he released a small whimper when he tried to reposition himself on the hard bed he was forced upon. Footsteps stopped his struggles and he turned his head in the way the sounds came from. The room too darkly lit to see who was there.

“Well…..” An older voice broke the silence. “Arnt you a pretty puppy…. Ill enjoy taking you……” A large knife shined in the strangers hand, as they slowly walked around the table, letting the tip gently glide against matts skin and trace the outline of his lips.