𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐳:
Isadora Flores: a girl raised in captivity and brainwashed to believe she has a deadly disease that restricts her from the outside world permanently.
That was until one...
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"Oh God," Tiana strangled out, eyes wide with fear and her hand muffing her silent cry. "J-Joey-Where's Joey?"
Gunshots bled into my ears, along with a sharp pound to my head. "I don't know," I whispered, digging in my nails into the meat of my palms to attempt to remain calm, even though the sounds of men calling out orders had my stomach swirling.
I swallowed the bile in my throat, the voices in my mind screaming at me. They are here and Kimberly isn't, our only source of defense.
My mind can't help but to drift back to him: What if they were intercepted on the way there? What if-
I shook the panic out of my head and ignored the systematic alarms screaming painfully into my ears. I needed to stay calm, I needed to figure something out-I needed to find the others.
"We need to get somewhere covered." I said, my mind drifting back to the procedures Kimberly had threaded into our minds in the rare briefs we got. "A-and we need to.. somehow contact Kimberly."
I flinched as another gunshot ran through the air, squeezing my eyes shut when that pounding feeling dizzied my head.
The hospital.
I felt my chest tighten with panic, and my throat crawl with fear. I felt like I wasn't getting enough oxygen into my body, I felt lightheaded, and like my heart was beating too fast.
What if the others are hurt? What if they're caught-
Numbness overtakes the tips of my fingers, my stomach tied into several chains of nods that only get tighter and tighter as each second passes
. My eyes flicker to every direction, spotting blurry figures laced from head to toe in gear, with these big guns hugged tightly to their sides.
Big, tank-like cars roaming various places, the rumbling sound coming off of them loud and clear, and equally as terrifying. I didn't know what they wanted: Maybe they got off in cruelty and malice. Maybe they didn't have a reason.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe I was dreaming.
"H-how are we supposed t-to get in contact with Kimberly?" Tiana chokes out, her skin turning pale and green-like. "We have no way of communicating with them." She whispers, her eyes wide and fearfully watching the chaos.
Her words repeat into my head like a broken record. She's right. She's right. She's right.
Get to the hospital now. Isadora!
Sweat beaded my forehead like a second layer of skin, my skin crawling with panic. I don't know what to do-I've never known what to do.
My mind hazed out into the voices, each one getting louder and louder, more distinct into my ears. My skull pounding, like someone was squeezing it harder and harder, until it possibly cracked in half, the splinters of my bones stabbing my brain-
