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Chapter Four: Zach

Zach's P.O.V

I woke up in a dark room. I got up to look for a light switch or something, but before I could get anywhere, I fell. Right on my face. I felt something trickle down my lip and into my mouth. It tasted like metal. My nose was bleeding from the fall. I wiped it off the best I could, seeing as my hands were zip~tied together. I heard the slightest creak and turned to see a door opening! How didn't I see that door earlier? I saw the shadow of a man come towards me

"Well, well, well. Look who's up. Zach.. I know you're awake. Come out and play." The voice said. This room was really echoey. Wait! I recognized that voice! He came closer to me and cut my hands and feet free up the zip~tie. I stood up, only to fall back down again.

"GET UP!" The voice boomed. I stood up. I wobbled a little bit before I balanced myself on my feet. The man grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the room. As my eyes were adjusting to the light of the hallway, I was thrown back into a dark room. Well, semi-dark. It had one window, but it was up really high. I think I'm in a basement. I tried to ask the man who he was, but he left before the words left my mouth. I think he forgot he left me untied. I got up and went to the window. Well, as close as I could get. I'm pretty short. I jumped up and looked outside. I saw a little bit of grass. I was definitely in a basement. It was a big basement too. I sat down and started thinking about my sister. I started thinking about everything she told me

'Don't ever go with strangers.' 'Stranger danger, remember?' 'Zach, things are going to be a lot different now that Mom, Dad, Kylie, and Kevin are gone now, so we have to stick together okay?' Thinking about that day at the hospital hit me the hardest. That day was when I really understood that my family wasn't coming back. I just had Trish. I realized I was crying when the door opened. I quickly wiped my eyes as a different person approached me. It was a woman. I looked up at her. She looked around my sister's age. She was skinny though. Too skinny. But, what do I know? She walked up to me.

"Are you hungry?" She was hoarse.

"Yes.. Also, what's today's date?" I asked, stuttering.

"I don't know. The last time I was outside is when I was.. taken." I looked at her, amazed at how long she'd been down here.

"How old were you when you were taken?" I asked, hesitantly.

"It was my 15th birthday. I was at a pizza parlor." She said, her eyes watering.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said, apologetically.

"It's fine." She said, as she placed a plate down in front of me. It smelled like peanut butter and jelly.

"Um, miss?" She looked up at me.

"Yes? What's wrong?"

"I'm allergic to peanut butter.." I said, feeling bad for her.

"It's the only food we're allowed to eat." She said, not knowing what to do.

"Do you want it? You look like you need to eat." She gave me the biggest smile and sat down with me. I slid the plate towards her. She picked up the sandwich and finished it in 4 bites.

"How long have I been here?" I asked, confused on what day it was.

"About 2 days. You're the newest." She said, her mouth dripping with grape jelly

"There are others?" I asked, appalled.

"There's you, me, Jazz, and Eric." She said, finishing her sandwich.

"How old are they?" I asked, intrigued.

"I think Jazz is is 15 and Eric is 17." She paused "If I've done my math right, I think I'm 21. Also, my name's Rebecca, but you can call me Bex" She said, finishing her sentence.