Runaway [5SOS AU]

16- Genetically Modified Cows

Tinaya:

I woke up to a thin, dry heat that made my head faint. My lips were cracked and my tongue dry. My eyes took their time opening and eventually settled for the drooped and falling effect. Dots of light broke through the woven material of the sack tied around my neck and over my head. There was a rumble beneath me as I sat on a chair with my hands cable-tied to a metal something...maybe a pole. I felt an occasional bump that made me jump upwards as metal creaked and my seat swayed. I recognised the feeling immediately. I was on the bus that I had innocently caught for many years of my life.

Despite the piecing together of my surroundings I couldn't manage to wake up fully. Whatever they knocked me out with, they must've used enough to make me borderline dead. I felt my head dropping every two and a half (yes...I counted) minutes. Suddenly the bus came to an abrupt halt where my body lurched forward violently. I lifted my head in time to avoid it hitting the bar in front of me. Instead I got hit right in jugular. I let out a gurgled mess that resembled a cow eating a turkey.

"Oh my gosh! They genetically modified a cow and now they're going to chuck us into their den! I knew it!" I heard the drug induced voice of Nina.

"Nina! It's me!" I said while mentally rubbing my throat with non-existent hands.

"Tinaya?" She said with a bit of a giggle at the end. Trust her to be the one getting high on whatever they gave her.

Then an unfamiliar voice called to us saying, "OI! Shut your mouths or I'll sew them shut!" The voice was distinctly from an American male. The puzzle pieces clicked together instantly giving me the answers to who these people were and where they came from. It explained Damien's reappearance and the foreign accent that all the killers we had encountered possessed.

My mind tugged on the second question in need of answers. The bush was warm but not this warm. Wherever we were it was stinking hot. I felt myself melting into the chair as it stuck to any skin that showed weakness. A thought occurred to me and I didn't want it to be true. I couldn't be in the place where Damien did it.

My pleas were laughed at as someone roughly cut the cable ties and wrapped my wrists behind my back. They pulled me out of the vehicle and into the blazing sun. I managed to keep my injured foot of the ground that crunched and sunk into my shoes. Whoever was holding me in place ripped the potato sack off my head. I bit my lip to stop a yelp of pain as they pulled some of my dark hair with it. My eyes took their time adjusting to the light and I hoped that they would work faster.

The sun wasn't high but it still beat down relentlessly. When I opened my eyes for only a few moments at a time I found bunches of Spinnifex grass scattered across the desert plain. I'd never been there before but I always wished that the day I did go to the Huntington desert would never come. Yet there I was. Fate playing one last trick on my sanity before I probably died.

The thought of death overwhelmed me. I wasn't ready to die. I had regrets. I had unfinished business. I forced my eyes to stay open as I looked behind at my restraint. He was two heads taller than me and seemed to be in his thirties. I scanned his built body for any signs of weakness while the other girls filed out of the bus with restraints of their own. My own capturer stood mostly to his left like I did. I went on a whim and assumed that it meant he'd injured his right foot.

I shifted my weight slowly to see if I could at least stand on my foot. As soon as I had evened out my feet I could only hold my ground for five solid seconds before my leg buckled underneath me. The thirty-year-old man took my movement as an attempt of escape (which it indirectly was) and threw me face first into the sand. He kept my hands immobile and placed his knee heavily on the small of my back. I grunted under his weight as I attempted to keep the sand out of my nose.

"Don't try anythin' or I'll be puttin' metal in ya brains," he whispered with a harsh bogan-American accent.

He ripped me off the ground and pulled me to my feet. I turned my head to look for Nina who I had heard on the bus. Once my eyes found her I had to hold back a laugh. She stumbled animatedly with a well built guy in his twenties held back her arms. She seemed to be talking in slurred speech without pauses for breath. I wondered what they gave her and why. It's not like she'd be much trouble. Did she refuse orders? Unlikely. Did someone order her to be drugged especially? Possible.

My thoughts flicked towards Damien. Nina was in serious danger if he was back. He was unstable and in desperate need for a straight jacket. I wondered how Bianca would feel if she knew about his return? HA! After all the help she gave me I only thought about her for the shits and giggles.

The bus drove away with our chance of escape and our group of five or so girls migrated towards a shack like building. I was surprised it was still standing. There were massive gaps where planks of wood had ripped away. There was a thick helping of sand that held the door shut. I swear in the next sandstorm it would join the storm as dust.

A man walked ahead while the other five guys held our arms back. He lifted his right foot into the air before bringing it down on the door so that there was another gaping hole for us to walk through. I was third in the line that was silently heading into the building. I was confused as to how all us were supposed to fit. Six guys. Five girls. Then as my personal meat head and I stepped into the building I saw a set of stairs burrowing into dark stone and shadow.

My feet ceased to move as the pair in front of me became invisible in the pitch black dark. The meat head holding my arms pushed me forward roughly so that I stumbled into the chilling cool. My bones rattled with fear as I hopped down the stone stairs. I wasn't afraid of the dark. I was afraid of what I couldn't see.

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A-N: I have returned with another shitty chapter and I expect gifts. Or GIFs...I don't mind. For anyone who may possibly and unlikely not be a close friend of mine I must inform you that I am now on holiday in NZ and updates were supposed to arrive faster. Though as you can tell they haven't exactly becoming faster than the Flash (which I'm really disappointed with because it didn't post a new episode of on Wednesday). Please stick with me because I'm trying my hardest to get this shit to you guys.

Danke.