Unstable

Chapter thirty one~ Plan B

I woke up in total darkness until my eyes adjusted to the dim light. It was dank and musky, the air hot and thick, reminding me where I was. I soon came to recognize Winter’s arms around me, slowly rocking me as we both lied on the cold cement floor. I stretched my legs and yawned, feeling Winter jerk awake.

“Sorry if I woke you,” I said.

            “Its fine, you didn’t wake me, I was just dozing off. I’ve been keeping an eye out. I don’t feel safe falling asleep, especially in here.”

I agreed.        

          “How long was I asleep?” I asked through a groan as I stretched.

          “About a few hours; I have no idea what time it is.”

I struggled to sit up out of Winter’s arms, my neck still from lying awkwardly. I groaned as I felt my bones crack, but my muscles still tense.

            “What do you think their doing out there? What do you think their planning to do with us?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. Whatever it is, it isn’t going to be pleasant.”

Beside me Winter growled and pounded his fist down on the ground. I imagined it left a dint of some kind. “It isn’t fair. We aren’t monsters; they can’t do this to us.”

I nodded. “I know, Winter, but what can we do about it now? There’s an army of guards—not to mention sergeant Rowan and Tanner.

He snickered. “That’s it, I can’t take it anymore.” He stood.

          “What are you doing?” I asked.

Winter walked over to the door, his hands going over the door and over the walls. “I’m looking for a way out.”

          “Winter there’s no way out, I’ve already tried—”

          “I know, but I—we can’t stay here any longer, Nadia.” He looked around like a trapped animal. “One way or another we’re gonna die in here either of old age or termination, most likely termination.”

I shivered.

          “I need to get us out of here. Its make it or break it.”

I laid my hand on my stomach and sighed.  “Winter—”

I didn’t get to finish what I was about to say when the little flap to the door opened and a piece of paper floated in and landed on the cement floor right by Winter’s feet. Winter jerked his gaze to the floor and quickly picked up the paper.  I got up and walked over to Winter looking over his shoulder down at the ripped piece of paper with scribbled writing on it.