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?


3. Stalker

  It had been weeks after my encounter with those survivors, and I was still thinking about what happened. I knew that he cared for me and that's why he saved me. There was no way around it. 
  Cold weather had already made its way to wherever I was. I lost track of where I was and what month it was a few years ago but if I were to guess, it seemed like fall. The leaves were turning and it was chilly. I shivered and brought my knees up to my chest in a pathetic attempt to stay warm. I had lost my only winter jacket during my encounter with those survivors. I was determined to find him again though. That I was sure of.
  I managed to spot some of his men around the area I was camping in. I knew that if I were to wait, I would find them. I planned on following them back to their base, where I was sure to find him. Soon enough, they were pulling the knives out of their latest victims and running off. After a couple of encounters with these people, I knew that these were traps, I had to go around the dead bodies that were doomed to reanimate. 
  Through these thick forests and through planes, I followed the four men until there was pale blue building which had-in giant letters- 'Del Arno Foods'. There was a chain link fence separating me from it and several parked trucks. I glared as I looked around. There had to be a way in. I had a bad feeling about the fence..I didn't plan on going through there, it seemed like the front door. Maybe even a trap. I had been following these guys for weeks, I know that they love to set traps.
  I made my way around the perimeter of the property, looking for a way to get in. I stopped at a window, it was high up. Too high up for me to reach. I had to look for something to stack. I noticed a couple of crates already stacked behind me. I sprinted to them and pushed one that had nothing on top over to the pale painted wall. I then attempted to push the other two to the wall. My attempts were futile, for they would not budge. One box would definitely not be enough for me to sneak in. I knew that using knives to climb wasn't going to work, and jumping would attract too much attention. So I sat on the box, and thought. 
  "Hey!" I heard a voice call from my left. I jumped slightly as I saw a figure approach me. There was no doubt in my was him.
  Next thing I knew I was being tugged off of the box by my hair, being left on the warm, weathered asphalt of the factory. There were three men surrounding me, one knelt down behind me with my hair still caught in his tight, unforgiving grip. He held a knife to my throat, the cold metal pressing into my sensitive skin, showing no mercy. The figure had finally made his way to me and my spirits had lifted. 
  "Well then. Finish her off and place her in one of the trucks. She'd be a wonderful addition." He stated carelessly. My quick wit had kicked in and I had elbowed the man who had me in his deadly grip. 
  "Wait!" I cried out as I held out an arm, still on my hands and knees. He had slowly turned around, unsure of how to feel about me breaking away from his men. I stood up, ignoring the burning sensation on my knees that I knew were probably scrapes. I swallowed the lump in my throat, tears brimming in my eyes when I realized that he wanted to kill me. The same man who saved me from a fate worse than death. The man who I was sure that he had cared about me, just ordered that I would be killed. I balled my fists and stared at him. 
  "You don't remember me?" I asked. When he didn't respond, my heart sank. I only had one choice. I had to prove something to this man. That I would be a valuable asset to his group. That I would protect him no matter what. The man who I had elbowed was still on the ground, trying to catch his breath. I glared as I reached down, grabbed his knife, and stabbed him repeatedly in the throat. His gasps and whimpers of pain subsides after the first five stabs, but when the life left his eyes, I didn't stop. I kept going. 
  The blood had coated my hands so they were a deep red. Blood had found its way to my face and dripped down my chin. I took one of my blood coated fingers and used my forehead as a canvas to paint the 'W' on my forehead, smiling widely, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. I decided to end it, I dangled the knife over his forehead, ready to prevent him from turning, but I was stopped. 
  "I think he's taken enough. And I'd hate to waste a perfectly good walker." He stated as he stared down at my blood covered form, a smirk present on his face. I stood up, coming down from whatever the hell that was. I honestly had no clue what I had done. But I didn't care, I had his attention. 
  "Who are you..?" I asked breathlessly. He looked down.
  "You asked if I remembered you." He stated. I nodded.
  "You saved me..weeks ago. You took my backpack..these guys tried to-"
  " actually tracked me down. Did I scar you that much?" He asked, gesturing to the now reanimated corpse of his dead follower. One of his other men was corralling him into the fence, where all of the trucks were located, while the other was opening gates and doors for the unfortunate follower.
  "No, you didn't scar me. You intrigued me. I wanted to find you. I wanted to join" I trailed off. I didn't want to finish, I was afraid of what he would say.
  "Sure." He states nonchalantly. I looked up at him again, confusion plastered on my face. He said nothing more. But began to walk away. I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.
  "T-thank you! I-I still never got your name.." I said. He chuckled. 
  "Just..Alpha Wolf." He told me. I nuzzled into his back happily. 

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