The wrist of my hand ached in a sharp pang. I groaned. The rest of the view in front of me turned blur. The last thing I felt was my body weight being dragged.
* * *
A wisp of coldness struck my legs, making me uncomfortable. My eyes flickered. I was shaking like a pepper shaker.
"What the hell!?"
I snapped. My eyes went on a batch of people sitting opposite me. Their hands were tied. I looked down on mine. They were tied too.
I breathed, looking around.
I was in one of those small police vans.
"They can't hear you."
One of the male leaning back in the corner in a slant told me. His eyes were blinking close as he stretched his arms.
I had so many questions. What was I doing in a police van!? For how long I have been here? Where were we going?
"Who are you...all?"
I asked, my eyes lingering on all of them.
Crisp shirt, typical trousers, beard, glasses...
They appeared to me as normal civilians.
The one sitting in the far corner replied, breaking out of his sleep.
"No idea. But I think we are going down one quiet road."
It wasn't the police. All of this smelled like the work of Donnor James.
"He is right. I want to reach home safe and sound. I want to see my mother."
The young girl sitting in the middle said, shaking her tied hands. It had engraved red marks around her delicate wrist.
Something sharp punched my stomach at the word mother.
I wanted to see her. I wanted an update on Taylor. I wanted to get in touch with Marie, Rick, and Daisy.
Please. Please let Taylor be alive. LA police force stands nowhere without him.
But one step at a time, Callie. You will get there. Relax. Deep breaths. In and out.
My eyelids felt heavy. I leaned back at the rough metal surface of the van, drifting back to sleep.
* * *
"Wake up!!"
A throaty yell woke me up, causing goosebumps down my arm. My eyes shot at the source of the voice directly.
A middle-aged man with, a muscled body with puffed cheeks glared at me.
I stood up. Callie. Stay smart. No need to mess with a muscular guy like him. You will get your chance later.
He grabbed my arm, pushing me out of the empty one. Once I was outside, my eyes spun around.
Barren land. Emptiness. Scorching heat.
The realization hit me like a brick.
We were in the middle of a desert.
The harsh sun was looking down on us with helplessness. Footprints and cactus plants in the distance joined the pity party with the sun.
Thousand thoughts sprung into my mind all at once. I could tell that others felt something familiar from their tightened jaws.
The muscled man walked straight ahead, barking.
"Follow!"
Our shoulders rose, marching behind him like amateur soldiers.
"Is this where Donnor lives!?"
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