Generation Infinosil

Chapter Sixty Two

Chapter Sixty Two - Kaitlyn

2050

When my eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the van, I was disappointed to find that there was nothing there of any use to us. No potential weapons, no way of opening the van door, nothing. On top of this, my Dad was growing paler and paler by the minute.

I felt Shane's fingers interlock with mine as he tried to give my hand a reassuring squeeze. It didn't quite have the effect I imagine he intended it to, since his hands were trembling. My Mum was practically cradling my Dad in her arms, saying anything that came to her head to try to keep him awake. Shane didn't say a word, he seemed to be frozen in either shock or anger. Judging by the tightening of his jaw muscles, the latter option seemed more likely.

I squeezed his hand back, hoping to make him feel better. He looked at me and stroked my hair softly; a rather gentle gesture for a rather brutal place. It gave me a flicker of hope that maybe things could turn out okay. The flicker didn't last long, moments later the van came to an unsteady halt and we were dragged out one by one, and thrown onto the ground. There was no care taken with my Dad, despite his wounds. He groaned in pain, an awful, guttural sound but at least it meant he was conscious.

We could have attempted to run if it weren't for the gun in our captor's hand, or for my Dad's condition. We were led into what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, where Shane's parents were tied to mouldy, wooden chairs. "Mum... Dad..." Shane stammered, not expecting them to be here.

"What a beautiful reunion." The captor spat, as he forced my parents to join them and tied them there too. By this point my Dad's head was beginning to drop occasionally, finding it increasingly difficult to stay conscious. Shane's parents gasped upon seeing my Dad's clothing drenched in blood.

Shane and I were instructed to stay stood exactly where we were, and threatened that our lives depended on us not trying anything stupid. I could sense Shane's brain ticking, trying desperately to figure out a way for us to all escape safely. I could also sense his growing frustration when he realised how limited our options were.