I woke to the sound of banging on the door. I thought last night may have been a dream. A dream where i would wake up back to Rick and the others. Oh how i miss them. I felt safe when i was with them. Come to think of it, i had only just got Sasha and Ty back. And now ... i may never see them again ...

hell what am i thinking about. Of course i'll see them again. .

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Negan: "Wakey wakey sleepy head." he bellows in a sarcastic tone. My eyes burned at the sight of light shining behind the open door. Negan bends down as a unusual face appears behind him.

Who the hell is this i ask myself. And his face ... it's h-

Man: "Negan." he says firmly. Negan turns to face him as he slowly gets up from the ground. I notice how Negan has again got a bat in his hand, it's kinda weird how he carries it everywhere.

Man: "Should i give them their food or are you just going to keep staring at them?" he asks. Negan shakes his head as he looks to the floor with a smile across his face. He stands up to face the man straight in the face.

Negan: "Now you see here, Dwight. You're lucky you're my main man here..." he says grinning whilst turning to face me with his arm around Dwight's shoulder. Negan then turns to face Dwight once again.

Negan: "... he says whilst removing his arm. Negan turns away and walks out of the door whilst chuckling to himself. I sensed tension as soon as Dwight let his presence known. Dwight then looked at me.

Dwight: "Get up."

I look up at him as i scrunch my eyebrows at him.

y/n: " .. why?" i stumble.

Dwight: "I'm not going to hurt you. Now just get up!" he raises his voice. I slowly get up. My stomach rumbles from burning hunger. Dwight catches onto the sound and looks at me up and down.

Dwight: "Harlon wanted to see how your cuts are doing." he reassuringly says and grabs a hold of my upper arm in a firm grip. He leads me down the corridor to another room. I started to scan my area whilst being forced to walk. I need to familiarise myself with these surroundings if i want to escape.

y/n: "Wait. How is my friend?" i ask. Dwight stops and looks at me before continuing. He opens the door and i see Shane sitting on a bed with Harlon standing behind. My eyes widened at the sight of Shane. It was nice to see a familiar face, a kind one too. Dwight releases his grip and i hurry over to Shane as he strugglingly opens his arms to hug me. I notice how he clenches in pain from his arms. They were covered in bruises. I look over to Harlon then back to Dwight who is stood in the doorway.

y/n: "Shane what happened?" i ask as i look at him.

Shane: "Oh it's nothin, don't you worry." he says with a fake smile and a quiet laugh.

y/n: "Shane ..." i say whilst holding his arms. He pulls away as Dwight walks towards us.

y/n: "Did he do this?" i ask Shane in a whisper. I see Shane's eyes travel to Dwight who is stood behind. He looks back at me.

Shane: "y/n, i'm fi-" he says as Dwight firmly grabs my arm to pull me away. I turn to Dwight and slap his face. A red hand print covers his unusual burn across the left side of his face. His hand drops from my arm as he faces the floor and spits directly near my feet. His eyes meet mine once again.

y/n: "How da-"

Dwight: "You think i did this?" he says and raises his eyebrow. I pause and turn back to Shane.

y/n: "So who did this then?" i point to Shane's bruises on his arms.

Shane: "y/n forget it. Harlon needs to check on you."

y/n: "Shane this isn't okay. They treated you like an animal and you're hurt."

Shane: "Y/n listen will you?!" he bites the inside of his cheek and looks to the floor.

Shane: "I couldn't let you get hurt." he says whilst looking at me.

Shane: " ... they told me that they'd hurt you if i didn't flinch. I guess they saw how much i cared about you huh ..." he looks back at the floor.

y/n: "Why would you prote-"

Shane: "Because Rick would kill me!"

y/n: "Shane!" i exclaim.

Dwight: "Rick huh?" he questions. Shane's eyes widen as he realises his mistake.

Harlon: "All done Shane! Speedy recovery for you aye. Y/n, you're up next." he says. Harlon's eyes widen as he saves us from Dwight. Harlon seemed like a good guy. I hope i'm right.

Dwight: "So who's Rick?"

Harlon: "I need some quiet in here please. I cant concentrate otherwise." he says whilst darting his eyes at Dwight. Dwight shifts side to side before dragging Shane back to his cell. Shane looks back at me as i sit on Harlon's bed. I can't believe they beat him. And ... he got beat because ... he didn't want to.

A few minutes pass and Harlon finishes with cleaning the cuts on my face.

Harlon: "You're good to go." he says whilst smiling.

y/n: "Harlon." i say in a serious tone.

Harlon: "I'm sorry you got taken from your people."

Harlon looks at me and walks around the bed, behind where i'm sat.

y/n: "We can't stay here Harlon." i face Harlon whilst getting off of the bed. He was putting his meds away in a hurry.

Harlon: " ... i" he says sighing. I stand beside him and help him pack away his meds into the cupboards.

Harlon: "How do you know where to put everything?" I look at him with my piercing eyes. He looks to the floor whilst facing me.

Harlon: "Negan won't listen. You'll have to fool him." he says in a whisper. A loud cough interrupts our conversation from behind. It was Dwight. Crap. He's one of Negans best men. This can't be good.

Both myself and Harlon look back at one another after the interruption. Harlon then turns back to his counter.

Harlon: "He likes you. Use it to your advantage." he whispers before continuing to pack away his meds.

I stand back and turn to face Dwight who has a pistol in his right hand. I walk towards Dwight who then looks to the floor. He grabs ahold of my arm once again to lead me down the corridor. Before we left, i look back at Harlon who is looking right back at me. He nods his head and smiles. I guess he must wanna get out of here just as much as me.

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I arrive back at my cell. A silver can was placed into the middle of the space. Food? Dwight pushes me to the ground and i quickly crawl to the tinned can. The horrifying smell travels under my nose. It was ... dog food. I look back at Dwight. He quickly shuts the door in my face as i get up on my feet. That ass. I slump back into the corner of the room as boredom hits me. My eyes close slightly from exhaustion. My throat was dry, my eyes felt heavy, my lips were shattered. I reminisced the times back with the group. Their smiles. The kids playing and having fun. Seeing Ty, Sasha and the girls. Bonding with Maggie. Seeing Rick. The great times. I started to wonder if we will ever get out of this shit hole.

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The cell door opens once again. It was ... a new day? Already? My days in the cell turned into what seemed like weeks. This wasn't human. My eyes close again as i fall back into my once upon dream.

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Michonne: "Hey! Let's go. I'm not waiting around." My eyes open to see Michonne crouched in front of me.

Michonne: "Dog food? Is he serious?" she held the tinned can in her hand looking at it and laughing.

I look at Michonne then at the open door beside us. My head spins with thoughts. I could push her back and make a run for it. I look back at Michonne who is staring back at me.

Michonne: "Got a plan yet?" she smiles. I raise an eyebrow and tilt my head slightly.

Michonne: "I know you wanna escape." I look to the floor.

y/n: "Is it that obvious?" i say sarcastically.

Michonne: "What if i could change your mind about this place?" she says before standing up above me.

y/n: "Nothing could change my mind. I'm leaving and that's that."

Michonne: "Do your people have children?" she asks.

I struggle and stand up, leaning against the stone cold wall. My breath heavy, i look at the open door.

y/n: "No." i lie and look back at her.

Michonne: "Your people would be more safe here than in outside world. You know that, right?" she says as i look to the floor.

Michonne: "Just ... think about it , okay? We could really use more people here. The more there are, the stronger we are together." She walks to the open door and shuts it behind her. My legs travel back to the floor as darkness surrounds me. Light shines through the gap underneath the door. My eyes travel to the can still sat on the floor. My stomach rumbles in pain from the lack of energy. The canned food was my only option. I reach over and grasp it with my dry hands, the smell was awful.

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I finally finish the food and threw the can to the wall opposite me. I realised that i actually ate ... that. My stomach had stopped growling and i sighed in relief. Although, they could've given me real food. I wonder if Shane got any? I hope so. I be the only one leaving this place.

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I started to gather information in my head about this place. Dwight, Michonne, Negan, everyone. Why were they holding us captive? Shouldnt we come together as a group?