He’s enjoying your little cat-and-mouse game—a bit too much. And the fact that he takes pleasure seeing you on the other end of the chase sickens you, more than the hell that befell humanity.

“We sleep with our eyes open now and you still think it’s a good idea to capture me?" A low hiss escapes from your lips as he tightens the rope that ties your wrist together.

He huffs. "You raided our camp."

"I didn't." It comes out in a wheeze, desperate.

"Stole the supplies." Your captor keeps on.

"No, I didn't—" You did.

He chuckles at your desperate attempt to escape and you know it’s hopeless to even try.