It was starting to get later in the day, past noon at least and into the mid-afternoon and the camp had been fairly quiet. However all that changed with the return of another scouting party of the military. The truck pulled in, and a pair of guards climbed out, holding a boy who looked to be in his early twenties, struggling and screaming. “God damn it let me go! You don’t understand!” Luke screamed for what felt like the millionth time. They didn’t seem to care.

“Sir, we’ve talked about this. It’s not safe on the streets out there with the infected. Your best hope for survival is here.”

“Fuck you! I said let me go!” He was dragged inside the main gate and it was locked securely behind him. Luke turned instantly and made for the fence, however stopped as one of the soldiers raised their guns at him.

“We can’t allow you to do that, son.”

“You don’t understand! She’s still out there! She won’t survive on her own! I have to get back to her! I- I could show you just-” The army man raised his gun just slightly and Luke looked at him with eyes that had a mixture of pleading, sadness and anger all mixed into one. However he was not stupid. If he kept making a scene like this it wouldn’t get him out, just deeper into this mess.

“Don’t worry kid, we’ll find your friend-” The man tried to console, but Luke didn’t want to hear it.

He turned and walked away, his eyes scanning all along the perimeter, looking for a way out. Every now and then he’d glance over people’s faces, all looking at him with fear because he’d caused a scene. No doubt they thought he was crazy, who would chose the outside over this place. He hadn’t chosen to come here. It was just as dangerous as everywhere else. Sure there was no infected, but it was crowded, and if one person got infected, he could only imagine how long it would take for it to spread to everyone, trapped in a big cage like this. Over crowded.

He felt safer back with Ash. Sitting down by a wall he hung his head in despair. They’d never find her. He told her to wait for him. Told her he’d be back before nightfall. What would happen when he didn’t come back? She’d think he died. Or got the chomp. Would she leave? Or stay like he told her? He didn’t want to think about her sitting there, waiting for him as she starved to death. “Don’t worry, Ash. I’m going to come back.” He promised softly.