Traffic

Part 5

Two more notches were added to Megs boot, and I began to so the same myself. My boot only had five. Rationing the bread was at the bottom of the priority list thanks to the extra rations left for the two corpses that once took oxygen inside the crate. We took a loaf when we were hungry, a bottle when we were thirsty, and then the rest of the cycle was in the corner furthest away from where we both sit. Privacy wasn't exactly a main issue. 

"You said two days." I complained with my back tired of sitting on this metal floor, and my bones tired of having the marrow frozen inside them,

"We still have until tonight."

With Meg, I had no right to complain about something  hurting or being tired of this metal death trap those sons of bitches put us in. "Fuck this. Fuck those men! Fuck this bitch of a crate!" I went up kicking and screaming to the door until almost every toe felt like it had snapped right off. "Damn those men to fucking hell for all I care!" 

My knuckles were bleeding when I stopped. Raw and to the bone, my hands were swollen and most likely broken and shattered. There were cuts on the inside of my hand from where the nails dug so far it cut through the skin. 

"Don't kill yourself." Meg broke in with a snarl amusing herself with the cruel joke. 

"Fuck you, too." 

Meg didn't feel light commenting back although I knew she wanted to probably slap me. she grabbed another bottle of water and the laid on her side to sleep. I stood there in the dark. The sky was pink through one of the holes which got my hopes up that we might be docking soon but so far, nothing. I paced around the crate watching the sky change colors until it became pitch black and i was afraid of falling over something. That's where I fell asleep for the night. 

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The metal doors were opened and the sunlight came in burning my eyes as if it were a toxin. 

"Don't touch me! Don't fucking touch me!" Meg kept yelling until she was gagged again and two built men lifted her up and made her take every step out of the crate. 

I knew I had to be next. The two men walked back in with a piece of cloth as I ran to the back trying to help myself but probably making the entire situation worse. My eyes wandered around for something to use as I Grabbed the bottles of water from the ground and began bashing ones head in before launching one straight into the second mans crotch as he curled over in pain. This was that opportunity Meg was talking about. The exit was right there in front of me as I started sprinting only to hear a gun cocked and pulled right in front of me. 

Thomas stood there. "Don't run."

"You won't shoot me."

The gun shook in his hand as he aimed it at me. Raising my hands up over my head in surrender he walked forward putting the gun away in the back of his belt before taking my hands and starting to tie them together. "Its a good thing you didn't take the chance."

When he was more focused on tying my hands as i bashed my head against his. I ran through the dizziness letting the large knot in my skull sub side to my action as I tried to navigate the channels of the marina. 

Guns cracked behind me which only made me run faster but get lost in the directions when I made the wrong turn. 

"I told you not to run."

"And I decided to take my chances." I looked but didn't see his gun in his hand. "Where's Meg?"

He didn't answer. 

I looked at a path to my right and started to lean when his hand switched to the gun in the back. Catching his eye, I stopped. His hand still didn't come back from behind him. "She's fine. Shes being moved; we can't keep you in cargo crates for to long."

"She was in there for almost a month." I looked at his hand placement and the probability of me escaping. Little to none. He had a gun, and I had my hands tied in front of me. "How long is to long exactly?"

"I don't have to explain anything to you." 

"You're right. But it would make this thing right now between us a heck of a lot easier if I had some answers."

He didn'y hesitate to grab his gun and put it back on my head having me follow him back to the crate where I saw the two men waiting and then two boots off the corner with notches on the side. Meg. The thought of trying to escape past my mind as Thomas just shoved the barrel more into my head reminding me exactly why I couldn't struggle. 

"You killed her!"

"Knocked her out." 

He raised his gun and struck me on the temple with the butt as everything went black once again, and I flopped like a dead fish onto the molten deck.