Cannibalistic Cannibals

556 Days Before

Here I am once again lying on the ground it yet another cell with even more wounds plaguing my body than ever before. I was petrified that Rich was going to come back in at any time. He's been the only person that I've been able to see since I woke up.

An overwhelming smell of barbecued meat drifted through the bars of my cell. Yep you heard me, this time I'm in a real cell with bars, concrete walls, and that little tiny cot thing prisoners sleep on.

Now back to that smell. It smelled so beautiful that it was all I could think about. It was faintly familiar but I just couldn't place a name to it. Chicken, maybe pork?

A loud slam of a door brought me out of those thoughts.

"Hello?" I whispered hoarsely, my throat feeling suddenly dry. I slowly sat up so I could face the door without having my neck in an awkward position.

There was no one there.

"Hello?" I called out again, even more confused now than ever.

Still, no one answered. Great, now I'm hearing things. As soon as I started to lay back down however to take the stress off my wounds, I heard the faint squeak of shoes somewhere to my left.

Instead of looking, I just shook my head to get rid of of all these hallucinations that I've just starts having. There was no one there.

"Izzy," said a voice, but I didn't bother looking up. There was no one there. It was all just in my head. "Izzy, you are Izzy right?"

"I'm pretty sure that if you were made up in my head then you would know what my name is," I whispered. I couldn't care if I looked crazy at the moment.

"Izzy, get up. You're brother is outside. We need to get out of here." That voice just doesn't know when to stop now does it.

"Leave me alone. Can't you see I'm trying not go insane here?" I hissed before I realized that it probably was a bad idea to talk back to the voice in my head. I mean, if the voice is in my head, then it won't shut up and won't leave alone and will probably torment me till there is no more Izzy at all.

"We don't have time for this. Are you going to come with us or not? Charles is coming with us so you need to make up your mind like right now," said another voice that was different than the first. She was meaner and for some reason I started to think that I had developed some serious mental illness. No one that I knew had people that they talked to in their heads and they had no mental illnesses that I knew of.

"If you come with us you'll get to see your brother again. You wouldn't have to lose him ever again." That brought me out of my pessimistic thoughts. All I had to do was get up and I could see Charles? It was harder than it sounds. I had like no energy whatsoever but I think that the voices noticed I was trying because I heard banging on the glass. Where they dumb of something? That glass was reinforced with diamonds to make it difficult to shatter.

"You need the key. Diamonds are in the glass," I whispered still struggling to stand. I can do this. I thought to myself.

"Where's the key then? We couldn't find it earlier. And the guards wouldn't tell us either." They talked to the guards. Suddenly my walls went back up in an instant. If these people talked to them then how would I know that I could trust them? That's right, I won't trust them. I remained silent, my eyes shut tight as I finally hoisted myself up far enough that I could lean up against the wall. The bruises that littered my body ached with each movement no matter how small.

"Come on. Tell us or do you want us to leave with your brother?" The meaner voice said, but I just ignored it. I couldn't trust these people not matter what they say. I let out a huge sigh as I opened my eyes to see two girls a year or two younger than me. Both had their hair up in high ponytails and was dressed in all black. One had black hair while the other's was a really dark brown that I almost mistook for black.