Oɳҽ Dσɯɳ, Fιʋҽ ƚσ Gσ

ϝσυɾƚҽҽɳ

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With Liam

No.

Liam opened his eyes and refused to let any tears escape. He stood up and reached for his backpack, slinging it around his shoulder and marching towards the edge of the campsite.

No.

With an angry yet determined filled frown, he headed off onto the trail to the abandoned building.

I'm not losing Fallon. Not now, not ever.

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As the building came into view, Liam stopped his mind from running away from him. If he was to get in and out with no fatalities, he was going to need himself and his brain on the same page.

He marched onward, this time not bothering to create a distraction. He would probably regret that in a few minutes time, but at the moment, he didn't care. He shoved his way through the bushes and trees, and before he could blink, he stood at the abandoned building's front door. Without a second thought, he kicked it down, adrenaline sourcing his strength and lack of fear.

Although his mind was set only on finding his family, Liam quickly recalled that the previous room they were in no longer held them, so he didn't bother going down the stairs to check. Instead, he searched around the room for a different door. He lifted his flashlight to his shoulder and shined it around the open space. His eyes locked on a few planks of wood that were a few shades lighter than those around them.

As quickly as he could, not bothering with keeping quiet, he ran over to the wall and tried to pry his way through. It was made obvious that it wasn't a door, so he resorted to clawing it open with his hands. If he had paid more attention to his surroundings, he would have noticed that the planks of wood seemed to have been just recently nailed into place - not that that really matters, anyhow. With his mind somewhere else, he ripped through the splintering wood, not caring for his now scraped up and bleeding fingers.

Eventually, the shredded boards were on the ground, and in the wall was a dark hallway. Liam peered down it, and without a second thought, brought up his flashlight and entered the passageway.

He jogged down the surprisingly long hallway for what seemed like forever. At the end was a door. There was no handle of any sort from what he could tell, yet he still assumed that it would be locked, like most other things in this building. He lifted his leg and kicked it down. Only then did his thoughts slow down and his actions catch up to him.

Sat in a chair in the middle of the room was Unknown. Liam froze and allowed his lack of planning to hit him, and he felt ashamed. Before he could blink, he was unconscious.

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Liam blinked his eyes open and squinted at the new amount of light. When his eyes focused, the first thing he noticed was that his arms were tied down to a chair. He waited for the headache to hit, but to his surprise, it never came. Typically, when you wake up tied to a chair, one would assume that you were knocked out with a blow to the head.

Liam observed this new room he was in, and immediately, his eyes widened and his whole body tensed.

Still, sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, was Unknown. But now, in a half-circle around the edges of the room, was the unconcious bodies of his friends. They all looked to be in pretty horrible condition, except for Steven and Adam, who had only just recently been taken.