succumb - glenn rhee

[EIGHT] the vatos

CHAPTER EIGHT // THE VATOS
"YES, THEODORE, THE CHIHUAHUA'S WERE
EATING ME ALIVE. I'M IN A LOT OF PAIN.
YOU'RE BEING VERY INSENSITIVE."

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Jade's feet were struggling to catch up as she was pulled through a building. A bag had been pulled over her head, her hands were bound with a rope in front of her, she had a bandana in her mouth, gagging her. She could hear quiet whispers and coughs as she stumbled, two men pulling at her upper arms as they each barked orders at her.

She could feel the blood dripping down the side of her face, the men that had been in the vehicle frequently hitting her in order to get her to shut up. Jade's face was aching as she breathed heavily. The bruises on her lower back were sending shots of pain up her spine, causing her to wince as she was thrown into a room.

There was a minimal amount that she could see through the bottom of the bag, it being a cement floor, metal shelving units with toilet paper and other mediocre supplies. She assumed she had been put into a storage closet. One of the men moved forward, securing the rope on her wrists to one of the shelves before moving away.

The men didn't say anything as they slammed the door shut, locking it shortly after. Her breath was uneven as she curved her back, desperately trying to get the bag off of her head with the little amount she could move her hands.

After finally succeeding, Jade glanced around the room with tears in her eyes. The closet was dimly lit due to the small amount of light shining in through the bottom of the door. Her chest felt tight as she tried not to cry.

Jade always tried to ignore her feelings, whether it be anger, sadness, love, hope, fear. But there, stuck in a locked storage closet, unaware of what the men would do to her, she couldn't deny how terrified she was.

She wondered if her group would come after her and if they would succeed. Jade had come to learn that the teenage boy had been left behind due to the bickering that occured in the vehicle.

Fear spread through her veins as a tear moved down her cheek. The only other time she had been this frightened was her first encounter with a walker.

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Nick paced back and forth behind Rick as he questioned the boy that had been left behind. His mind was racing as he thought about his sister. He was terrified of what could be happening to her. Whether they were killing her, torturing her, or anything worse that he was trying not to think about.

Glenn was leaned against the wall, glaring daggers at the boy, with T-Dog standing beside him in case the Korean would try to go at the unknown boy again. He couldn't get the sound of Elizabeth's screams out of his head, they were deafening in his ears.

They made his heart twist and turn within his chest.

He was mad at himself for not getting up faster. He was mad at himself for not grabbing her. He was mad at himself for allowing her to go out into the street on her own. Maybe if he hadn't been distracted, she would've been okay. If he would've seen the boy earlier.

"Those men you were with, we need to know where they went." Rick asked calmly.

"I ain't telling you nothing." He answered as he scratched at his nose.

"Jesus, man." T-Dog muttered. "What the hell even happened back there?"

"We told you already." Nick replied harshly. "This little douchebag and his asshole friends got my sister taken."

"His friends jumped Glenn and me." Daryl continued.

"You're the one who jumped me, puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault." The kid quipped.