Survive

Chapter 6

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We all looked into the giant gap in the wall to see what we could barely see through the tiny hole that was there minutes ago.

We find a girl that's completely starved and dehydrated.

Her face seems similar for some reason.

"I think we found the prisoner." Stan said as he picked her up.

We followed him as he ran to the kitchen with the girl in his arms. He places her on the floor and he and Doris starts opening all the cupboards to reveal food to us. Food in cans and water bottles. They were dusty but what was inside the bottles and cans were safe to eat and drink. We opened two water bottles; splashed the girl using the water from one bottle, and slowly made her drink from the other. Thanks for helping, Clover.

In between hydrating her, Stan and Doris took the time to feed her the canned fruits. They didn't look good but was food nonetheless.

She soon regained consciousness and looked at all of us, flinching in fear. However, her body is so weak, so she didn't violently. She otherwise couldn't move. We kept telling her that we're not going to hurt her, that we're just helping her.

Her voice was so raspy from dehydration. It seems like she hasn't drank anything in days, her voice was constantly breaking.

Stan had her sat up against him as we weren't close enough to a wall. She thanked us all for the help as she was slowly recovering. We have her time to just eat and drink before figuring out who she is.

Her face is still recognisable but I can't pinpoint who it is.

We sat with her for over an hour before she claimed for voice returned to normal, which is good. We haven't tested yet to see if she's able to stand but she's waving her arms around like a hooligan well enough so her body seems to be recovering.

We then took the time to figure out who she is by asking her a few different questions.

"My name is Tracy Lance, I'm 22 years old and I earned a spot in an apprenticeship for IOE... Internet Of Everything. I enjoyed IT and wanted to create projects that were all connected to the internet so I got an apprenticeship to continue on with my dream to learn more about IOE and IOT - IOT being Internet Of Things - before I was snatched away from the outside world."

Yeah I know who she is. She's my best friend. She was said 'kidnapped' over a year ago. So does that mean I've been said 'kidnapped'?

"Remember me?" I ask her, she turns her head slightly to focus on me.

She shakes her head in response.

I almost broke down knowing my best friend couldn't remember me "It's me, Anna Cleming?"

"Anna?!" her jaw drops as she looks me up and down. She clearly didn't recognise me. Mind you, that year when we couldn't see each other, my appearance has changed massively.

"It's me, Tracy." I say calmly as I place my hand over her weak one. A smile was brought to her face as we've finally reunited with each other.

Everyone else gave some glares and questioned what was going on.

So I told everyone how we met. We met because I was bullied in high school. My appearance was the far opposite to what it is now; I was a fat kid that enjoyed eating only unhealthy foods and I wouldn't touch anything healthy. She found some boys pinning me against the lockers. She couldn't help but be enraged as she pulled them all away from me. I was shocked that someone helped as being there for a year at the time, I never got help. All I got was stares and glares, laughs, comments, and physical abuse. She told me at that time she just joined. We were 13. I had no words for her so I just hugged her tightly. She didn't care I was fat and she didn't care about the bullies attempting to harm her. She always fought them off. I realised I was a lesbian at 14 when I had a sleepover at her house and she allowed me to sleep in the same bed as her. I felt so protected. And soon I grew feelings for her. But she denied them when I told her on the following Monday. I didn't mind because no one would want to date the old me. I shrugged it off but cried when I got home. Only today was she finding that part out. The story goes on and on but I think you get the idea.

"When she was said 'kidnapped'," I emphasised the kidnapped as none of us really know if this is a kidnapping or what "I gave myself a goal to save her. So I worked very hard on changing myself and... as you can tell, Tracy," I look over at her as she gives me eye contact in return "I've changed massively for you." if it wasn't clear then I'll say it; I still have feelings for her.

She smiled as I repeated our story to everyone in confidence. That makes it sound like we're a thing; I wish.

"How's Cole?" she doesn't know but I just bursted into tears when she asked that question.

Her body felt too weak for her to move so she held her arms out for me to hug her. I took that chance to collapse into her weak body, wrap my arms around her neck - lightly - and just cry my eyes out.

Everyone explained to her that those monsters killed him. She gasped when they told her and hugged me as right as she could. She apologised dozens of times for asking me but I kept telling her it was okay and that she didn't know. Eventually I pulled away.

Pull yourself together.

I stood up and rubbed my nose against by stained sleeve. Stained with the blood of my brother.

Tracy was also wearing the grey jumpsuit but her's is stained with all sorts of colours; mostly green and red. Red is understandable but green?!

After feeding her a bit more and keeping her hydrated, Stan was starting to realise that she's been needing a lot of help and that we need to keep moving.

Is no one else going to question how she got behind the wall?

Or I'll ask.

Clover is called over by Stan to grab her from under her arms - pretty much her armpits - and lift her up so Stan can get up.

Tracy's legs seemed so weak. The small space she was trapped in wouldn't have helped her legs at her. She was sat, curled up in the left corner of her trapped space. There wasn't even enough space for me to stand and I'm the shortest in the group.

So Clover passed her off to Stan who helped her walk. He was on her right side and I stepped in to help, throwing her left arm over my shoulders to help her move.

Clover happened to find a note on the counter in which wasn't there a second ago. She picked it up out of suspicion, caught our attention and opened the note up.

"Survivors; it seems you've found the prisoner. She's now a part of your little group but keep in mind of her weak she is."

I'm still questioning on how she ended up in that tiny space. It's on the tip of my tongue to ask but the words aren't coming out.

"May you want to explore the rest of the rooms is up to you but otherwise, enter the bathroom and crawl through to your next destination. X"

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