Blue Coloured Hell

Finding Help

I can't help it, before I can do anything I scream but his hand clasps over my mouth. I hear Adrian yelling my name and I hear him running towards us but I can't to do anything. The man with the low husky voice whispers "that was a mistake."

I then feel a sharp pain in the back of my head as everything goes black.

I wake up, my head feeling droopy, and foggy. I try to remember where I am, then I remember the past events and my head shoots up alarmingly. My hands are tied behind my back, I try them to see if I can move at all but it's useless. I take in my surroundings, Adrian is tied up next to me, his head drooping. We are in a big tent, the inside is a dark greenish black and the only thing lighting the area is a small candle-lit lamp. The lamp sits on a wobbly looking table, that looks to have had its share of use. The only other thing on the table is Adrian's backpack and the contents, and my watch, the only other thing I had even though it doesn't work anymore.

Adrian groans waking up. His eyes flutter open and then he begins to fill with alarm as he looks around. He then looks at me and calms down a bit.

"Where are we?" He asks.

"I-I don't know the last thing I remember is being held at gunpoint."

He tries the ropes for a minute and then stops realizing he's getting no where. Then an idea pop into my head. If everything is so old the chairs must be too. So maybe if I kick and move it enough it will break so I can get my hands out of it. I begin to move around and kick it."what are you doing?" He asks.

"The chairs are old, maybe if we try we can break them."

He ketches on and starts bouncing in the chair and moving around, kicking it. I do the same and I hear a crack as I jammed part of the chair in the grounds. It starts to separate from the chair. Then the top and the bottom separate. I tumble to the ground hitting my head.

Adrian stops. "Are you ok?!" He asks, his voice filled with concern.

"Yeah."

I slam the top of the chair on the ground as best as I can, it cracks and slips out of the rope. Now I have enough space to slip my hands out of the rope. I go untie Adrian, and he stands up off the chair. We quietly step up to the opening, he peeks out and then look at me signaling that it's ok to go. But as we start walking out, two men walk in. One, with dark black hair a scruffy bit of beard and wears plaid, while the other blond combed back hair, ripped up suit pants, and a button up shirt. We jump back, but when they see us they grab us. "Who are you?!" I demand angrily.

They ignore me and then the blonde haired man picked up my arm. "Hey Andy, they don't look diseased."

They steady us and look in our eyes. "I don' think they are." Andy says with a bit of a southern accent.

Adrian speaks up "we aren't diseased we escaped from the cities."

"That can't be possible," argues the blonde haired man,"they changed everyone in the cities."

"No we escaped before they got ahold of us." I answered.

"We'll take yuh' to doc and see then." Said Andy as they dragged us out of the tent.

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