Playing For Brains

He stepped closer with the bat in his hand, still haunting everyone in the room with his presence. The thought running through everyone's head was the same 'who was going to get bashed in the head today?'. That was certainly the question running through my head. We had watched as three men met their end yesterday afternoon, their blood running along the trough and down the drain until there wasn't any left. But that wasn't the worst part. It was what you couldn't see that would haunt my dreams. The sound of the saw hacking through bone, the horrifying noise that I can hear every time it goes silent. When I close my eyes and the light disappears from the sky that's when it's the worst. I know this experience will stick with me for the rest of my life, however short it seems to be. The man stood behind me and I was terrified it was going to be me that he had chosen to kill. Survived the end of the world so far, the majority of it alone, just to be killed by a stupid wooden bat. That is not the spectacular ending I was hoping. I wanted my death to be legendary, not just so that I can be hacked to pieces and made in to Arlie sandwiches. Even if human flesh tasted good, which I highly doubted, I didn't want them to try it.

BAM

The bat came thudding down onto the plastic next to my hand, making me jump out of my skin. He laughed menacingly from behind me while I tried to slow my heart beat down so that I didn't have a heart attack. This jerk was a complete asshole and as soon as I have a chance, I will get him back for everything he has done to both me and the other people in here. Karma is a bitch, but sometimes she needs a helping hand to get all the bad people. This place had to fall, and these people need to die so that they can't hurt anyone else, ever again.

"Aww sweetheart, you're a little jumpy. Do I make you nervous?" he whispered in my ear.

Him being right behind me made my blood boil, I wanted to kill him so much, and the fact that I couldn't frustrated me. I decided my best chance of getting out of here was to play the damsel in distress, like I have used in many a situation since the world ended. People seemed to believe the act every time, and I feel as though it was the only reason that I was alive still.

"Please don't hurt me"

I begged, while beginning to snuffle and let a few tears roll down my cheek. I knew someone like him wouldn't feel sorry for me, he would prefer to keep someone who is severely upset and an emotional wreck alive so that he could have his fun tormenting them. That would buy me a little time to think of a way out of this shit hole and back out there. I had to use his ego against him, and luckily, he had a pretty large ego.

"That's the thing, I want to find out where your group is before I kill you, because someone like you has no chance of surviving alone all of this time. I don't want an ambush from your group when they come to rescue you, if they come at all. So why don't you tell me where they are and we can arrange a deal where you get to live?"

My acting must be better than I thought because he was already buying in to me being pathetic and not being able to defend myself. He didn't think I could last on my own, how wrong he was. How about being alone the whole time jackass, that's how I've stayed alive. My near-death experiences are when I ended up crossing paths with groups, so why I even agreed to come to this place in the first place, I don't even know.

"My groups all dead, I had to watch them all die. I barely got out of there with my life"

"Do go on sweetie" He chuckled again, it was so menacing it made me nervous, and I really hope that he bought my story. It was a real story, it just wasn't really my story, rather someone else's. I took a deep breath before beginning my tale that could either save or kill me.

"We found a prison and my group they cleared out all the walkers that were in there. We managed to clear the courtyard, a cell block and find the cafeteria. We lived there for a while, fought off a nasty psychopath and his group that wanted what we had called the Governor, had a little town called Woodbury. I don't know if you ever ran into them, but they were awful, we eliminated the threat or so we thought. He went missing for ages, we built the prison up, started taking people in and growing our own crops. Then he came back, but this time he had a tank and a new set of people. He blew the prison to pieces killing most of my group with the blast, the rest of them died fighting for their lives against the governor's people and the walkers who made it through the blown-up fence. I had to watch all the people I loved be torn apart by teeth and bullets, I still can't sleep properly without seeing their faces as they went down"

By the end of my story I was crying, lying came so naturally to me that I sometimes fooled myself. I leaned forward and wiped the tears from my face using my hands that were securely attached to the plastic trough in front of me. He came up closer next to me and pulled my head to face him and looked at me for what felt like a century. His stare was intense and made me shiver a little, but I don't think he noticed all that much.

"I want to know how they all died, the ones you cared about most, the important ones you know"

He smirked at me and let go off my head letting it go back to the position it was in before. I wasn't prepared to do this, list of all their names. What were some of their names anyway? Not all of them had died at the prison, some of them had escaped.

"The first to be killed was Hershel. He was captured by the governor and he cut the old man's head off as if it was nothing. It was sick. That left Rick at the fence not knowing what to do but not for long as the governor shot Michonne in the head and without a second wasted he sent the tank through the fence towards Rick. They fought for ages while we were trying to get the guns to stop the others. The governor beat Rick to death and then killed his son who was sobbing just up from them. Maggie and Glenn tried running off together into the forest around the prison but one of the men took them both down with a machine gun and then turned on Beth. She had baby Judith but once she was shot, she fell straight on top of her. Daryl was the last one there trying to fight them off. He told me to run so I did, I turned around to see one of the men stab him from behind and he fell to the floor. I ran into the woods a mess and I wasn't the only one out there. I came across Carol but I thought it was one of the Governor's men and before I realised I shot her dead. I could have had someone else with me but I killed her. She got out and I shot her"

I sat and cried, the tears were rolling down my cheek and I saw him stand up out of the corner of my eye. My story had clearly worked and it was actually believable. I stopped crying and went onto snuffle. He walked around the plastic trough and glanced at me when he was opposite and smiled.

I was going to kill him if it was the last thing I did.