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Randall easily scored the tall building, like a monkey. He set up.
"Cover me!" His leader ordered. Randall set up the sniper rifle in record time and silently cheered himself.
Suddenly everything started to heat up, and he realized he had four seconds to get down and into the truck.
"Just Jump!" His partner, Arik, called. He didn't even think, he jumped like it was fun, until he realized his mistake, he pulled to the side towards the end, saving himself impaling himself in the stomach. Agonizing pain ripped through him and he let out a scream. And he kept screaming hysterically.
"N-Noo don't leave me!" He whimpered, and watched his 'partners' roll away. "No!"
Horror washed over him when the survivors came over to him. He could see the monsters. He was terrified. What would they do? He'd shot at them, on orders from Arik.
"Nononono! please don't cut off my leg, please, augh... god no please don't! Ahh..." He sobbed unhappily. The monsters were getting closer, and suddenly agony ripped through him.
The boy sat above him, watching him closely.
"Sweet hat." He purred. He sounded really desperate, and scared. The boy, he'd heard his name, Carl bit his tongue, and studied him closer. The others desperation grew but before Carl could tell him to 'shut up' or even try to help him, Shane burst in. Randall looked even more terrified, then before.
His 'torture master' came back. He sat across from him and stared him down. Randall felt very trapped around him. The man, who was tall and built, reached into his satchel, he flinched, closing his eyes. He withdrew something, a canteen, and offered it to him.
"Are you thirsty?" He asked, and after some careful consideration he nodded. The man unscrewed the cap and gave him a few gulps of cold water from it. He shuddered thankfully, he didn't realize how much he needed it.
"Th-thank you." He murmured. "I-I.." He shook his head. "I know you don't care, but I'm not a bad person... Yes, I shot at your people. But... I heard the shots, did what I was told... We all heard the shots, and then... they were dead and it all happened so fast. We lost four people, that night, you didn't lose any. I just shot at them. I was only trying to scare the one in the yellow shirt." The muscular man offered Randall another drink. He accepted it. "i'm only 19..." He muttered. "I didn't ever think I'd be here. The gang I was running with, hell, they were so... protective. When it came to there own.... but Arik still left me. I wonder what he told baby girl..."
"Baby girl?" The muscular man implored, blinking at the prisoner.
"I found this girl, tiny little thing, in a department store a while back. She was 14, just coming into herself, ya know, but you could tell she was abused? I saved her, from four monster, three bullets." He smiled. "She sorta bonded too me, I guess. I didn't come back." Sudden his eyes widened. "I didn't come back... I swore... I'd come... back..." He felt sick.
After a long time Daryl spoke up again.
"My names Daryl."
"Randall." He answered.
"Are you hungry?"
"Are you gunna kill me?" Daryl shrugged.
"Are you hungry?" He asked again and Randall nodded.
After Daryl finished feeding him, randall looked down at teh boards. he hated this.
Finally... Escape. He slipped his restraints, easily, once he'd found a loose hairpin, which had been abandone din the hay. Once he was loose he pretended he was still bound for about half an hour, while Shane yelled at him, and hated on him. Shane turned his back and he grabbed a msall iron... thing. He whistled at the high strung man, who whipped around. Randal sent the iron into his face and took off running. It was still a slow half limping jog, but he was out.
 demon strait outta_hell · Thu Mar 08, 2012 @ 04:42am · 0 Comments |
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