Nowhere To Go || Bad Omens

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Melanie jogged all the way back to her apartment complex still feeling a good bit of energy from her early morning workout. This is good, that means that she will be focused at work. She pushed the elevator to the fifth floor, eager to get a good shower in before she had to go to the office. She took her time, allowing herself to wash my hair well since she had gone a week without washing it, which was deliberate. It's allegedly a lot better for you to not wash it every day, but she still doesn't believe it. She went for a pantsuit look with some flats, deciding to not battle heels today. She ordered an Uber, knowing it'll take around 20 minutes for them to get someone out here.

Melanie is an attorney in the entertainment industry, so she deals with a lot of copyright law. These cases can take a while or they're pretty cut and dry, but she likes it so that she can balance cases by being able to walk away from the more taxing ones for the less taxing ones. It makes her feel like she's staying busy.

She got the notification that her Uber was close so she locked up her apartment and headed down, checking her emails and seeing one of her celebrity clients needed some guidance and arranged a meeting for lunch. She found the car that matched the description on the app and approached it. "Melanie?" the driver asked.

"That's me," she offered, hopping in the backseat. They head towards the interstate, radio pop playing softly in the background. He didn't seem chatty, so she turned her attention back to her emails, responding to them sporadically.

That was when she felt a stab in her neck. She was almost stupid enough to turn her head, but obviously someone had been in the third row waiting for her.

"See you soon," the voice cooed in her ear, the world turning black.

****

When she finally woke, her limbs felt physically heavy. She tried to move around but noticed that she was physically restrained, and not in the sexy way. She pried her eyes open and had to fight back a scream when she realized that she was not alone; there were seven other people restrained like her. They were all around five feet off of the floor, restrained by their wrists and ankles. It felt like being strapped into a G-force ride at the fair: like there was nothing that would have even helped you feel grounded. You just feel heavy and powerless. Melanie was the first one awake. She was also in the same clothes as when she was sedated.

"Hey," she tried to croak out, but her voice was raw with disuse. She cleared her throat. "Hello?" She asked openly, maybe hoping there was another mystery awake person. The man next to her stirred, but the sedation was doing its best to keep him under. "Hey! Can you hear me?" she called out to the man, who finally woke and had the same experience as her. He had brown eyes, scattered tattoos, and a nose ring on his left nostril. He was just in a Van Halen t shirt and shorts.

"Holy shit," he breathed out in a panic. "What the fuck is this?"

"I wish I knew," Melanie said as calmly as possible, but his panic made me realize that it was normal to panic right now. I felt my breath picking up with his. "I want to wake the others, but I also don't want to know what happens when they do wake up," she admitted to this stranger. This struck a nerve with him because his panic grew further. "What's your name?" She finally asked.

"N-Nick," he stuttered out.

"I'm Melanie. We're going to be just fine," she tried to convince this stranger. Tried to convince herself. She heard someone else's breathing pick up; the red headed woman across from her is now awake.

"What's going on?" she asked with just as much panic as him.

"I don't know," Melanie answered honestly as she struggled with the restraints. "Guys, I get it, but you have to calm down."