The Buried Life

Chapter 12

        

"Wake up!" An unknown voice yelled smacking Jeremy in the face.

Groaning from the sharp pain in his head stabbing at him like a knife, Jeremy opened his eyes still having the hood over his head. Moving his head the best he could he tried to make out where he was.

"Where are my friends?" Jeremy asked in a muffled voice from behind the hood.

"Don't worry your friends haven't been harmed," the unknown man assured. "For now at least."

A door opened somewhere close to Jeremy as another stranger dragged someone else in. Legs scrapping across the floor Jeremy figured either the body was too heavy or the guy being dragged was unconscious. Dropping the body with a loud thump, the other man grunted and left slamming the door behind him.

Before Jeremy could speak the door opened again as another stranger dragged in another body. This happened three more times before Jeremy was able to speak to whoever was in charge. His money was on the guy that slapped him awake.

"Okay what is going on!" Jeremy questioned getting really anxious and annoyed.

"Whoa easy there buddy, no need to lose your head," the unknown man said. "Just moving somethings around if I wanted to hurt I could have done that already."

With that in mind the man ripped Jeremy's hood off his head and exposed him to the bright sunlight that shined down above him.

Taking a minute for his eyes to adjust to the light, Jeremy took in his surroundings. He was in a small warehouse building made entirely of metal walls. On his left was floor to ceilings shelves filled with boxes that Jeremy assumed was filled with supplies. On his right was the one door he heard being opened and rudely closed.

Beside him on both sides were the five bodies that were dragged in, all on the floor wearing hoods and their arms and legs bound together. Jeremy himself was stilled tied up but on his knees trying to figure out what was going on, and who were these people who had him and his friends.

There were two other people in the room with Jeremy; one was a kid around his age holding a rifle aimed at him. He had an itchy trigger finger as he kept twitching and jerking his hands expecting Jeremy to do something.

The other person was a middle-aged man tall and skinny with a scar running down his entire left cheek and ending at the chin. Jeremy wasn't one to stare but the scar was so unnatural he couldn't help himself.

Seeing Jeremy staring at his scar made the man uneasy and embarrassed. Pulling out his pistol he cocked it and aimed it at Jeremy's head. Frozen in fear Jeremy couldn't do anything but watch as he came closer to potentially knocking on heavens door.

The man lowered the pistol and chuckled to himself. Jeremy thought it was probably an inside joke only he would understand, though that didn't stop him from being slightly tense while he tried to find out what kind of person he was dealing with.

He dealt with crazy and insane leaders of groups before, but this guy had to be the strangest of them all. Jeremy was usually good at picking out what kind of person they were but this guy was a mystery even to himself.

Tapping the pistol lightly against his head he looked at Jeremy and said, "I'm not gonna hurt you Jeremy Lancaster. You may not remember me but I've known you for a long time. I was a friend of Mona's back in the day before this...what's a good word...ah shit storm happened."

Jeremy couldn't believe what he was hearing. How did he know his name or know his mom's? This guy keeps getting weirder and weirder by the minute.