The Unordins

Chapter 8

Before Sixteen could even react, a pair of strong hands reached out and grabbed her. Pain shot up her leg and went all the way to her shoulder.

Whoever this person was put her in sitting position, and started to cut away the wires that tightly clung to her wrists and ankles. She squeezed her eyes shut, and then opened them again to see a boy who looked about Nineteen's age cutting the things that tied her hands and feet together. He had dark hair with dark eyes to go along with it, and he-- just like all of them-- had a cold expression plastered on his face.

Sixteen didn't say anything as she watched his hands gripping a pair of special cutters that snapped the wires.

"Step down, and stand right there," he gestured right next to him as he gathered the ties.

She did as she was told and limped to his side where he told her to stand. She took one good look at her surroundings and immediately went into shock; so this was the Prison.

It looked more like a huge city with tall glass buildings. In the center of all of them was a wider and bigger building that stood out more than the rest of them. It didn't have much windows but it had just enough to let light in. When Sixteen looked away, she saw that the whole entire Prison was surrounded by a huge wall that wrapped around it. It was probably taller than the buildings she saw before.

Sixteen didn't notice that the boy had already woken up Nineteen and cut the wires on her hands and feet; she was too busy staring at the unfamiliar place around her. It also made her stomach go haywire with an uneasy feeling, and she hated it.

"Stand where she is," the boy instructed. Nineteen followed his order and walked to her sister's side.

"Nineteen, what--" Sixteen began to whisper, but someone cut her short.

"No talking," the boy said as he roughly shook the Infected awake.

His closed eyes flew open and he shot up into sitting position. He was lucky that the wires didn't cut through his skin when he did that.

"Give me your wrists," the boy with the mask said, and, reluctantly, the Infected gave him his hands.

You are so lucky, Sixteen thought. Any person with a half of a brain could tell what an Infected looked like because it was shown on their terrible skin. There was something strange about this one, though. When Sixteen saw that he didn't have as much welts and visible veins back at the house, she thought that he could've been one of them. However, he wasn't, and it was hard to believe. Until Nineteen told her that the boy almost killed her. If anyone were to find out about what he was, then he would be killed.

The boy finished cutting off the wires and instructed the Infected to stand next to Nineteen and Sixteen. He did what he was told in a hurried manner.

He stood right behind both of the girls as the boy with the mask started to gather the wires and head straight towards the Prison.

"Hurry up!" The boy commanded.

All three started to walk behind him, thinking that if they didn't they were going to be in trouble. As they got closer to the city-like Prison, they saw even more people with the same masks, but that wasn't all. There were more vehicles and more weapons on every single person they saw, all of them wearing black.

Sixteen's eyes skimmed over everyone, taking in the appearances of people who looked threatening and dangerous. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest when she heard a loud siren that let out an ear-piercing wail. Sixteen winced and so did Nineteen. The Infected just looked lost in his own little world, and didn't even seem to hear the siren.