Deadland

Chapter 82- Agony

(TW!! Mentions of abuse!!)

After they take Maggie out of the room, Molly practically drags me out too, but to another room. 

She cut the duct tape off of my ankles so I could walk easier because it was so hard for her to "walk" me to this room.

She slams me into a metal chair, I grunt in frustration as she pulls another chair up, it squeals in protest. 

Plopping down on the chair, she leans forward, "Your hair's clean," 

"Thanks." I huff. My eyes scan the room for any potential dangers. There's not much, a water heater in the left corner, metal walls, one door out and one window. There are two more cans of gasoline, it's possible she could pour it down my throat. 

I'd die incredibly painfully. But they want us alive. 

There are no torture devices or things that could be used for things like that other than her knife. 

She rolls her eyes, "You don't ever shut the fuck up, do ya'? You're flabbin' like a horse at a hotdog stand." 

I scoff, "It's one of my specialties." 

She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. I mirror her to show her I'm not scared, even though my hands are still bound. 

"It's gonna get 'chu killed." 

I frown, "When did I say it wouldn't?" 

She grits her teeth, "Where's your camp." 

"Funny." 

"We'll find it eventually, sport." 

"No, it's funny that you think I have one." 

She looks me up and down, "Your hair and clothes are clean. Your clothes are nice and your shoes aren't terrible." She leans back, eyeing me, "You're a pretty lil' liar, I'll tell ya' that much." 

I roll my eyes, "Well, sport, we wash our clothes in a nearby, fast-flowing creek. 'Fast-flowing' meaning that the water moves quickly which doesn't give bacteria enough time to attach to our clothes. That's how we get water too." 

Molly raises an eyebrow, I continue with a hidden smirk. "My hair is clean because we still have supplies. We live and sleep or whatever in tents, we don't have walls. We have barbed wire surrounding us with cans that rattle if there are Walkers." 

"We wash in the pond that's a little over two, maybe three miles out." 

"Your foot." Molly mentions. 

I clench my jaw, "I lost my...foot," The word "foot" comes out quieter than I would have liked it to. "At our first camp. We were at a prison. Got bit, amputated it, now I look like a cyborg." 

She scoffs, "No doubt about that." 

Bitch.

"What were you doing at the compound?" 

I sigh, leaning back in the chair, "We needed more ammo. We're running low. We got raided a few months ago, maybe three? The tents and everything else held up well but, those...Wolves took almost all our ammo." 

"So you used the last bit of it to blow us to smithereens, eh?" Her eyes narrow. 

"Yeah," I raise an eyebrow and smirk. "We'll use the shit we got from your compound to blow y'all into smithereens." 

Molly scoffs, obviously not believing me. I don't even know if I believe myself but my voice makes me sound confident- thank God. 

"You're cute if you think you're gettin' outta' this."