'Why can't you just let me go?
Prisoner, Prisoner
locked up'Song: Prisoner - Miley Cyrus & Dua Lipa.
By the time the sun had set the truck had been driving for about an hour before veering off of the main road and onto a bumpy trail, great they're taking me into the woods to murder me.
"Am I going to die? I asked Nate. He turned to me laughing "No love" He smiled, oh thank god. "Well not straight away anyway" He shrugged but then laughed to himself thinking he was funny or something which was weird, either he's sadistic or he's got a weird sense of humor. My heart was thumping in my chest again as we continued closer to my possible death, I could only prey it was a quick one. But if this keeps happening I swear I'll die of a heart attack, they won't even have to kill me themselves.
The woods began to open up and we came to a stop, I turned my head to look past the truck and I could see we'd stopped at a gate. There was a big fence surrounding something it seemed because I could see some lights in the distance, we drove through the gate where there was a man guarding it. Jax kept driving up past some little wooden shacks, was this some sort of town? Jax stopped the truck outside a bigger wooden building and I was lead inside, it was almost pitch black inside bar one small lamp at the other end of the room. Jax and Nate gripped my arms and pulled me through the open room towards a door, Nate knocked three times before opening it and we all went inside. I was so anxious at this point, I had no idea what was going on.
"We have another one" Nate spoke out loud, I didn't know who he was talking to, there was no one else in the room that I could see.
Slowly in the corner of the dark room I could see movement, I hadn't noticed there was anyone here but out of the shadows walked a man, my breath hitched in my throat as he came closer, as he walked towards me I swear my heart stopped, I was shit scared. He stopped when he stood right in front of me, his tall build and big muscles towering over my small frame and his piercing green eyes felt like they were looking right into my soul, I had to look away from his stare so I focused on the ground.
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Twenty-Two (H.S)
FanfictionWhat if you woke up one day and everyone over the age of twenty two had just vanished from the face of the earth? How would you survive? Eighteen year old Ember is faced with this harsh reality, supplies are running low, the world has shut down and...