Keep Running...

Chapter 2: Different

Chapter 2: Different

I woke up to the familiar people.

"Fire, thank god your okay." said my brother? Who embraced me in a hug.

"But, your dead." I said in confusion

"No, I'm not fire...are you okay or did you hit your head a bit to hard." he says

I frown, I start to get up but suddenly a pain erupts in my head.

"Agh- what the hell happened? Where are we?" I started to question.

"Fire, your joking, we're in Woodbury. Remember, the governor saved us." says Joel

"And wher-" I stopped immediately, the Woodbury thing finally processed in my head.

We lived with the governor

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"Fire! Where are you going?" asked my brother as he basically ran behind me.

"I'm leaving. I can not be in there. They're bad people." I say repeatedly.

"What do you mean? They saved us." says Joel

"They didn't do it for you. He's a bad guy Joel and I recommend you leave just like I am or else you'll-you'll" suddenly everything was consumed by darkness and I had no idea what had just happened.

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When I woke up I saw my brother in front of me again.

"Fire, you okay?" asked Joel as he moved the hair out of my face.

I couldn't help but role my eyes.
"I'm perfectly fine besides the fact that I passed out." I said angrily as I turned away from him but that didn't stop him from talking.

"Fire, you can't go. This is a safe place. We can start fresh here." says Joel.

"Maybe you can but I can't. I'm going to leave, wether you like it or not." I said as I pulled the blanket closer to me.

I could hear my brother groan in frustration, then the door Suddenly slammed.

After that all I could hear whispers.

"Leave at least one guard out here- she's trying to leave."

That was all I heard, but whatever they were planning, it wasn't going to stop me from leaving and escaping. Hey, maybe I might even die in the process but it's better than staying here at this dump.

I started getting up when my brother came in.

"Hey where are you going?" asked my brother.

"I'm hungry. Can I not go eat," I said angrily "or am I not allowed to do that either." I added as I looked at him.

For some reason my head no longer hurt and I felt better.

"Hey, quite with the attitude. I just wanna help." said my brother who's anger was also boiling.

"Well if you wanted to help me then let me go!" I said loudly as I started to walk towards the door.

"No!" eyed my brother as he grabbed my shoulder forcefully and threw me back.

I felt myself grow in shock. My dad had always done that. He always hit me.

"Your not my brother." I spat, venom lacing my words as I sent my elbow to my brothers face quickly, causing him to fall unconscious.

I shook my head down at my brother and took the gun and knife he had in the holester. I then took the backpack I had packed a while ago.

This was it. I'd leave now or never get the chance to again.

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I could hear whispering behind the door, in front of my room.

I bit my bottom lip, an idea hit my head.

"Joel!" I yelled, my voice, laced in fake fear.

I could hear them start to unlock the door. I hid beside the door frame so they couldn't see me.

The first guy walked in and I quickly took him from behind and slit his throat easily but the guy behind me grabbed me after.

"Let me g-" I was cut off when I saw who it was.

"Wyatt!" I said happily as I threw my hands around him.

"Fire.." he breathed.

I pulled away and looked at him.
"What's wrong?" I asked

Wyatt looked away.
"They have two captives.." said Wyatt "I think their names are Maggie and Glenn." says Wyatt

I felt myself clutch my fists.
"We to save them." I said quickly.

"Why?" asked Wyatt confused

"Wyatt, just trust me on this." I said as I took the gun of the guy I killed. I put my blade through his head.

"Come on." I said as I walked out the door and towards the direction Wyatt pointed out.