Bad End: Bunker
"Wakey~ wakey~ sweetheart," Sing-songed a man's voice. "Rise and shine~"
My head hurt. Mouth felt bone dry. Drugged or knocked unconscious? I... I couldn't tell. Couldn't remember. SMELLS hurt. Much less thinking, at the moment.
"Muuu, poor baby~" came a mocking croon from nearby and slightly above. "Does my darling girl not feel so good? Little bit sick? Maybe she should have thought of that before she decided to FIGHT me, hmmm? Then we wouldn't be in this mess. We could be enjoying a nice breakfast together instead."
Fight? What... what fight? I don't... Urgh! I try not to be sick as my stomach rolls. Drugged. Probably concussed and drugged. Feel weird. Why... why can't I move my arms? Body feels heavy. I try again and feel... rope? Are those knots? Wait... wait those ARE. Legs too. Am I tied up? Why am I...?
Laughter.
Fond but more then a little mocking.
"Aaaah~" his voice rises and falls as he drags out the sound, a possessive and calloused hand runs itself through my hair. "You're so out of it~β‘ It's hilarious, you know? That one little bonk and a needle is all it take to bring you down. You fight like a meat thresher and keep saying no, no, no! But like this? Look how CONFUSED you are! How much you NEED me."
"Utterly Defenseless~"
He all but sighs the last two words. Nearly MOANS them. Bad. That's... That's BAD. I can't remember why. But I know it is. This man is dangerous. God, I feel so sick. The world is spinning. I'm so thirsty. But... but I have to... to DO something? I think?
H...head hurts. Pounding with each beat of my heart.
Whomp. Whomp. Whomp.
He kneels, arm resting on one leg as the other does as it pleases. Looming. Don't know how I got here. Don't know where "here" is. Focus. What can you pick up? The ground smells of... mold. Wet stone. Blood and rot. But not... "dangerous" rot? What is...
My ears finally make sense of that distant sound that seemed to never stop. Shuffling, banging, nonsensical chattering and groans. Zombies. The... the bad rot is ZOMBIES. I was on LOOK OUT! Oh god. Adam! Adam, what have you DONE?!
He must see the realization, the horror, in my eyes. Because I am treated to an angelic grin. The gleeful, bright smile of the community's best resource hunter. Our best zombie fighter. Best KILLER. A man I am only now realizing... has not just "adapted well" like I previously believed... but was like this all along.
"You know~ If you'd just left with me when I ASKED, none of this would be happening, Precious. I was trying to be reasonable. Respect your boundaries." His face is a mask above me. A poor mimicry of honesty, of emotions, worn by a man who does not quite grasp the significance of what he copies. "If they can't survive on their own, that's not our problem. This vault's made for two not twenty-seven so they'll just have to deal, m'kay?"
"Now. I've locked us up nice and tight. No one gets in, no one gets out! You can struggle all you want sweetheart, but you're not getting away from me THIS time. So let's get you a snack, hmm? A drink and some cuddles. You and I have a date with a BED~β‘"
"We're gonna cuddle til I say so, snookums!" He drawled, the mocking endearments sounding alarmingly... possessive, as they spilled from his mouth.
"And there is NOTHING you can do about it."
