Searching for James

Chapter 3

Like you usually do when you are asleep, or in my case knocked out, you wake up groggy and confused. I went to rub my eyes and found that my hands were chained to a wall. I blinked them the best that I could so that my vision wasn't too blurry from 'sleep.'

I looked around the room that I was in to see if I could see anything I recognized. A shape was in the corner of the room slumped over, but I couldn't make out who or what it was. 

My mind was still foggy, but slowly my senses and alertness were coming back to me. My vision was becoming clearer by the second and I was starting to asses the situation I seemed to be in.

I couldn't do much because of the fact that both of my hands were chained to a wall. It was old and rusty chain, but I couldn't break it in any way. Maybe if their was a key somewhere?

A sharp pain arose in the back of my skull. I scarcely recalled getting hit on the head with something before I passed out.

The shape in the corner! I almost forgot about it. I should say 'him' because it was Bruce. He was also chained to the wall. There was blood on his head too. 

I noticed that we were in some sort of cement building with few small, dusty windows that were high up on the walls. One big, pad-locked door was in the center of the wall that we were facing.
It felt like I was in a torture chamber from back in the old days, or maybe a prison. 

I heard movement behind the door and hear some keys jingling around. I waited quietly for the stranger to get the door open. 

In a couple of seconds, the door was pushed open. It screeched against the floor and moved slowly, and for the first time I could see a visual of my captor. 

He stalked over to me and kneeled down next to me. 

"How's the lady doing in this fine establishment," he said with a smirk as sarcasm oozed from his mouth. 

I spit in his face and he just laughed and wiped it away. 

He stood up and walked over to Bruce and kicked him. 

"You up yet?" He asked the limp body. "No? Okay." The man laughed and strolled over to the door. He turned back right before he opened the door. "I'll be back soon. Don't get too comfortable."

He turned back and left the room with the door banging shut behind him. I could hear the sound of him locking the door after that. 

"Bruce! Wake up!" I told the body on the floor. "Who in this messed up damn world would kidnap someone, and for what reason?" I said to myself. 

I stared at Bruce laying there and I was so mad at myself because I let this happen. I had let my guard down by thinking that nobody was around. Obviously though, someone was. 

Five minutes later, his body began to move. Slowly but surely, he began to sit up and look around. He seemed overall confused. 

"Welcome to the party. Glad you could make it," I sarcastically said to him. 

"Where are we?" Bruce questioned. 

"Hell." I said extremely seriously. "Actually, a guy kidnapped us and he'll be back soon; he came when you were still passed out. Other than that, I have no idea where we are, but it looks like it's definitely a prison of some sort." 

"Oh. Who does that kind of thing? We are in the middle of an apocalypse. Who would need to kidnap anyone?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking."

We sat in silence for a while thinking about our situation. I was about to speak when the door opened up again and the same man entered, except this time he had a knife in his hand.