Robin Surréal

Chapter Ten

CHAPTER TEN

I thought the terrorists would take to to a one star room again, but instead, they locked me in a bare room that was freezing.

The trip was long. I mean, long! It was about a six hour trip, plus the time I slept. When we landed, I saw a small building, about the size of Walmart. There were hundreds of bare cells inside. I was locked into the coldest one.

I noticed coolers in the ceiling, and I was freezing. I thought that they wanted me to freeze to death.

I tried to escape, but I couldn't. There were more than seventy guards. We took a long trip here, and it's probably in the middle of Iraq.

If the Americans wanted to help us, they would have done it by now.

I lay down in the cold room, and actually rolled in a ball. Most of my body was numb. I noticed a skeleton hand, and that made me panic.

"Do we kill her?"

That was what I heard outside. Maybe they just said it to make me panic.

"If she doesn't help us, keep her in there."

I didn't want to help them, but the freezing pain was too much for me. A terrorist burst into the room, wearing a gas mask. They would have probably gassed me.

The terrorist took me to another room where I had to sit down and talk to a man in a gas mask again.

"I'll ask you one question and you can go," said the terrorist.

Since I was scarred for life from the room, I decided to cooperate.

"Who are you?"

"Robin Surréal," I replied with no hesitation.

They didn't lie. The terrorist took me to an exit, and shoved me outside. Before I had time to look around, the doors slammed behind me.

I was in a desert.

I was in a desert, with no way to get home, no way to have a safe haven, and no way to survive. The terrorists kept their promise, but I was left to die in a desert anyway.

I didn't even have my bow and arrow.