victim // gwi-nam

three

It felt as if I were locked in that supply closet for two or three days. I felt dramatically weaker and even more irritable. My body was so uncomfortable tied up like it was, and with time came more restlessness inside me. I needed to get out but the way he had tied my hands gave me no hope.

I had lots of time to be quiet and attentive. I listened to the outside noises and realized that they were slowing down from the previous days. Almost every survivor was either dead or found a secure hiding place, it seemed. Of course, there were noisy zombies everywhere, screaming like it was the end of the world at the slightest noise, but the sound of human screams and munching thankfully, on my part at least, started to slow down. I wasn't completely sure how long I'd been in here. I think I had counted, what, around four days today?

I was focusing on things like that to avoid the hunger I was beginning to develop. Whatever happened to my appetite, the hunger was absolutely miserable -- it felt like a deep, churning pain in my stomach and spread all throughout my body.

As my body cracked about I heard the wiggling of the doorknob to the room. Once the door was unlocked I met eye contact with the man who had killed me, left me for dead, found me alive, and locked me in here--and he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

He walked daintily towards my frail figure, and I dropped eye contact with him and looked to the side, humiliated by the way I looked at this moment.

He stood immediately in front of me and scoffed quietly as he looked at me. I didn't speak and continued to look away from him.

He crouched down so his tall figure was more at my height, and cracked a dry smile. "You don't die, do you?"

I kept my gaze away as he spoke, but then with the silence, slowly turned my gaze towards his. "Not if you don't."

He looked at me with an agitated expression on his face as I spoke to him. As I kept my eyes on his, he tilted his head as if he was thinking. "What's your name?"

"You don't need to know," I responded.

His gaze stayed on mine and he seemed to become full of anger. "I made you. Keep talking to me like you do and I'll figure out a way to get rid of you."

"You made me? You tried to kill me and it didn't happen to work. Don't think for a second that I should be thankful of you."

He paused for a moment after I went quiet, and the corner of his lip dragged up his face. "Don't be acting like a bitch with me when I'm your only chance of getting let out of here."

"Why did you put me in here in the first place?" I jerked the back of my tired arms and winced at my weakness.

"To see if I could starve you to death," He responded blatantly. I glared at him, wondering what I had done to make him feel this way.

"Oh, of course. Understood. But, you see -- you kill me -- and your chances of finding Cheong-San are underground."

His expression dulled. "Why are you saying that?"

I paused for a moment, then looked to him smugly. "The girl I killed," I spoke breathlessly as I smiled to the side, "She told me where he may be."

The tone in his voice got tense. "Where is he?"

"Why would I tell you when you're starving me to death?"

His tenseness broke loose and he sighed loudly.

"You tell me and I will feed you." He proposed.

"How do you suppose I trust you with that with all you've done to me?"