Not Far

Jean is subjected to a rude awakening when she parts ways with her best friend. She makes her way to Washington D.C. before finally running into a group of survivors, but is she in for more than she bargained for? Will she slowly lose her mind in this lonely world of devastation and no hope?


17. Chapter 17: The Darkest Path

   For the next few hours, I had fallen asleep. The only thing to wake me was when our captor walked through the door and sat across from us. I did not bother getting up, nor did I bother looking at him. I knew he’d start talking anyway and Owen had already acknowledged his presence.

  “You said you like talking. I remember that. Little chats with strangers by the fire and you said it was like the movies. Then you said you wanted everything I had, every last bit. Well, here it is. Every last bit.” There was a certain strain in his voice as he spoke to us. He was still calm, but I could tell he was in some sort of emotional pain.

  He began to tell us about his past, he described how he was before he got to Alexandria… how he wasn’t always merciful. He used to be violent, like us. Cold towards the rest of the world. It truly made me wonder what happened. What made him change his ways? There was a time when he would brutally murder other humans. This. This made me thankful for the dusty, dull cell we were locked in. Compared to what he told us, things could have turned out worse than it already did. Throughout this part of the story, I could tell that he was-at one point-teetering on the edge of insanity.

  He told us about a man named Eastman, he was a man who he had once tried to kill before he was imprisoned, like us. I had a sneaking suspicion that he was hinting at something, like we were repeating history for him. It was odd, learning that he was changed by a single person. It seemed like he hoped that we’d follow in his footsteps.

  This man wanted to die though. He begged Eastman to kill him, he told us that he didn’t want to live. I was still unsure of why; it wasn’t like he had explained this to us. The amazing thing was that he had tried to kill Eastman, but he kept him alive. He fed him and made sure he was healthy. Apparently, this Eastman was a forensic psychiatrist, and immediately I gained a whole new level of respect for the man. Now it made sense, why he kept this guy alive. He wanted to help and understand why he killed.

  Our captor eventually admitted that his crazed, bloodthirsty self was due to the loss of his son. I felt sorry for him, I truly did, but I doubted that I could ever go down such a reckless path. Our captor went on to explain how Eastman let him out, allowed him to leave… and how our captor attacked him. Eastman was able to subdue him after a bit of a struggle. Even after our captor had attacked him, Eastman still let him stay, and even brought up his fighting methods. Aikido or something like that.

  Eastman trusted him to watch after his goat while he went on a run, and our captor was able to successfully take care of the walkers who threatened the goat, making me breathe a sigh of relief which made Owen give me a weird look. Eastman began to train our captor, teaching him everything he knows now. I wondered where this man was, I wanted to thank him. I knew that if it weren’t for him, Owen and I would certainly be dead.  Eastman told our captor about a man by the name of Crighton Dallas Wilton, who was a psychopath that he had reviewed when the question of parole emerged. When Eastman had denied him, he broke out. Then he killed Eastman’s family. My heart broke at this information; this poor man had lost his family after denying a psychopath parole. His family died because he did the right thing.

  Our captor then explained that Eastman was bitten while trying to save him. I was shocked by that, letting out a little gasp to express this and earned another weird look from Owen. Our captor left Eastman after that and killed a walker that was following a couple. They thanked him and gave him supplies… according to our captor, he ran back to Eastman’s, only to find that Tabitha the goat was killed. I gasped once more.

  Eastman admitted to our captor that he had kidnapped Crighton and let him starve, like he planned to, before burying him. Eastman admitted several things to our captor before he told him that he could stay in his home, eventually telling our captor that he was ready to die. My heart sank at this. Our captor buried Eastman before taking off to find his friend, Rick. I had no clue who this ‘Rick’ was, but that meant he was in Alexandria. That was the end of the story.

  “And that’s it. Every last bit.” Our captor explained. Owen tilted his head slightly.

  “You think it could work out like that for me?” He inquired. Our captor nodded.

  “Yes. I think it can.” He told him before shifting his gaze between the both of us. I stayed silent for most of this time, waiting to hear their conversation.

  “Maybe.” Owen said while glancing down, smiling to himself before looking back up at him. He kept smiling though, but I knew that there was something else going on in that head of his.

  “Have you noticed that I’m shaking a little? Sweating a little?” Owen then moved to show off the gash in his side, grunting in pain as he did it. I averted my gaze, trying to keep my composure. The story was a nice distraction, but clearly it wasn’t enough to keep my mind off of this forever.

  “I saw how settled this place was in the pictures I found… I thought maybe there’d be something here. Medicine… to help this. But that was before you won. So, I know I’m probably going to die. But if I don’t, I am going to have to kill you, Morgan. I am going to have to kill every person here. The children, too. Just like your friend Eastman’s kids. Those are the rules. That’s my code. I would say sorry, but you said it, right? Don’t ever be sorry.” Owen told him in an unapologetic tone that frightened me. I had never heard him speak so emotionlessly. I know that he had done awful things before, but this had chills running down my spine. But out of all the thoughts running through my head… only one escaped my lips.

  “His name’s Morgan?” I asked, a little bit too loud for my liking. Owen glanced at me as Morgan left. I let out a shaky breath as I laid my head on his lap. Obviously Morgan wanted to reform us, he wanted us to change and spare a life instead of take one. He didn’t want us to continue going down the same dark path he did.

  “I can’t wait to get out of here.” 





This is short and I apologize for that but I am mentally preparing myself for the next few chapters. Honestly, I almost skipped Morgan's backstory in general and went on with the story but I realized that it's kinda important sooo... ya. Some serious stuff is gonna go down soon so prepare yourselves! 

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