The Walking Dead: Missing

In The Back Of A Cop Car

"Hello.... Little girl?" A man with a thick southern accent said.
"Who are you?" I replied, slowly pulling my gun out.

He put his hands up.
"I'm not going to hurt you..." He said, walking towards me.
He was a cop, or was one.
"What do you want?" I say.
He coughs, "My name is Daniel Monson, and I'm part of a group. We help people get back on their feet."
"So.... So you want to help me? I mean, us?" I reply.
"Yes I do. I want to help you and this man here. Is he ok?" He asks.
"Yes, he's fine. He just passed out. Can you please help us?" I say.
I don't know why I trusted this man. I just did.
I hear the thumping of people.
People are all around me.

*BANG*

I black out.

I wake up; in a car. A cop car. My hands are in handcuffs and Kenny is next to me. Cussing like crazy.