"We hope you are nearby." A calm male voice stated. Everyone listened. "But please hurry, because the walkers are closing in, we have been fighting them off, but people are getting hurt."

"Can you hear me?" The raspy voice asks.

Todd adjusts the knob and hands Jone the speaker. Good thing Todd was good at this stuff.

Jone held the small speaker to his lips, "Yes... We aren't too far." He tells the strange voice.

"Okay then. Hurry." He says, and the radio goes blank.

"That was strange," Todd says, from behind us.

"What?" I ask.

"It didn't really sound like the radio station... I know that sounds strange... But it really wasn't."

"You're going nuts that's all Todd," Marvin assures. "Well, you know him more than we do.." Lucy says to Marvin.

"He's all nerdy and stuff so he kinda loses his mind sometimes."

"Let's get back on the road already," Jone says.

•••••••••••••

It had been an hour, and we were parked in front of the gates to the radio station. Which was empty, and there were no walkers.

"See... Maybe we are at the wrong place." Todd tells me as I peek through the blinds. Hunter pulls the curtain, "We should search the place."

"I'm going," Miranda says. I stand also.

"Hunter, Miranda and you Lara, come with me," Jone says. "The rest of you, wait."

"But what if walkers come in?" Ali asks. I look over at her, and her afraid eyes meet mine. "You'll be fine, Lucy has a machete and Bella has a gun."

"And I do too," Todd says, raising his rifle.

Ali nods and leans into Beverly. Jone opened the van door and I and Miranda and Hunter hopped out.

"Should we search the entrance?" I ask Jone. "No, we go straight in, but sneak." He says. I sigh. "Okay."

The red brick building seemed lonely, without the radio people there to play music for cars or broadcast anything.

Jone stepped to the double black glassed doors, and slowly opened them. It was dark inside, but we didn't have a flashlight.

"Whoa.," I whisper, staring at the door with a huge hole in it. Miranda turned and saw it too, and her eyes widened. "Walker." She whispered. I turned my head and saw the light from the turned over lamp, shadowing the body of the boney walker.

Jone turned around.

"Shoot it!" I say as Miranda raises her gun, her left eye squinted. Wait!" Jone whispers, lowering Miranda's gun. "He's chained," Jone tells us.

"What?" I question, confused. A chained zombie? This apocalypse couldn't get anymore creepier, I mean first, the mask men, the toxic air times, and now chained zombies?

"Maybe he chained himself before he turned," I say.

"You might be right," Miranda says.

The walker groaned, and it's gray cold eyes, glowed like an animal. Jone just stared at the walker. I snicker. "Well he sure is trapped," Miranda says once she heard my snicker.

"Or maybe, you're trapped." A random voice says.

A hard piece of metal hit the back of my head and darkness surrounded my vision.

••••••••••••••

"Dang it, Luis... Captain is gonna kill us."

"Not if the walkers do first."

"Quiet! Both of you!"

"They look like a bunch of students from high school... Like we were."

"Probably are... But they can still get the damn job done."

"Be quiet!!"

I groan and open my eyes. Darkness. I felt a piece of cloth tucked behind my ear, obviously, I was blindfolded. Could this apocalypse get any weirder?

"She's awake!" A voice says. "She's a cute one." Someone says, and a hand grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head up. I grit my teeth.

"Welcome to boot camp."

"It's not a boot camp. Don't listen to him." A nicer voice says.

"More like a safe prison camp." The one behind me says.

"Where am I?" I finally blurt. "And I want a real answer," I say with determination. The blindfold is tugged off of my eyes. A guy about my age with blue eyes stared down at me kindly, another one was standing beside him, with a poker face. He looked annoyed. The man behind me released my hair.

I shook my head angrily, from his hands.

"Where are my friends?!" I shout. They don't say anything. I glance into the background. It was a dark room. With one light. Then I heard the gravel crumbling. I was in a truck. The car came to a stop, and I fell on my side. They watched, with smirks on their faces.

I already hated them.

The double doors opened and my eyes squinted from the brightness. Trees were beyond the doors.

A man stood in the doors. "Round them up!"

The man behind me yanks me up by the ropes tied around my hands. I look around, my eyes searching for the others. I was walked off the truck, and forced to follow a brown trail. I looked around. Please don't let them be dead.

I still didn't know where I was. I heard the engine of the truck. I turned around, stopping the man behind me. The truck was leaving. "Where are you taking me?" I ask again. The man forces me back around, poking me in the back with a gun. "Keep walking. Face forward."

A walker walked toward us, and the man with the angry face shot him down. The walker groaned but crawled back up. The man shot him again. I watched, as he calmly stood his ground. One the walker was dead, the man made me walk forward.

I stopped in my tracks to glance at the walker. "Walk!" The man behind me ordered and shoved the shotgun farther in my back.

I kept walking, my eyes still searching the endless trees. Rows and rows of trees. I was shoved to the ground. "Right here. The captain said right here." The man said.

"I know that Joe! Dang... So.. Annoying!" The angry guy says. They all looked my age. But why were they doing this? What was going on?!

"You sick people! You tricked me! You tricked my group!" I shout.

"We didn't trick you... We were just following orders." The man named Joe tells me.

"But why am I here?!" I shout.

"She's annoying too. Why don't you tell her that?" Joe chuckles. I turn my head to him, angrily. He doesn't say anything else.

"Both of you shut up." The guy says.

"Joe. Ben. We are making camp here. Set up." He says.

"Whatever you say, Luis," Joe says to the guy. The angry guy that they call Luis had black curly hair, and brown eyes, and freckles. He stood guard, watching me.

Joe, the one I hated, had blond curly hair and brown eyes. Ben, the nice one had slicked back blond hair and blue eyes. I still didn't trust them.

They pretended to need help, and then just kidnap my group, and split us up... I stared at Luis, and he stared back. He was really starting to scare me.

I probably was never gonna see my group... Miranda.. Or Hunter... Speaking of Hunter...

I looked down, trying to see my chest. The necklace was still there... And I was already starting to miss Jone or aka Captain America. Wanna know something weird? I felt safe around him.. Safe.

Now.. I felt... Danger.

Author Note- guys this story is under heavy construction. I reread my story and I cringed a whole bunch. I was on a small vacation for a little while so I had time to plan some drafts out. So I have 7 ready chapters. If you want to read it now, plz give this chapter a vote so I feel a need to update. If I get at least one update I'll update one chapter.