There was a small drift of wind blowing on my face. It felt nice a small breeze. I turned my head and a wet cloth fell off my forehead and onto the auburn wooden floor. I tried to sit up but couln't. Where am I? I turned my head the other way to see everyone laying the same way on iron cots they seemed to be asleep. They were hooked up to the machines next to them it was so sad to see my family basically chained to cots and unconcious. What's even worse is I don't know where I am! What happened anyway? I started to squirm trying to get out of the dark place. There was this beeping sound it was loud extremely like a fire alarm. Clonk! This repetitive clonking sound was being made. i instantly new they were boots, a lot of boots. I stopped moving and titled my head toward everyone. They were all awake thank god. Then, this team of doctors in white cloaks, blue gloves and clear goggles came running toward my machine. The doctors pulled at wires and I realized they were connected to me when I felt little pinches on my arms. The last pinch was on my fore head. There was a click and the iron holding me to the bed slowly let go with a cloud of smoke that doctors fanned away. I sat up and looked around we were in a basement. It wasn't our basement because ours wasn't finished and didn't look like a mafia gang center. A doctor came and put an inhaler in my hand. "You have asthma." the doctor said rushing back to the others I guess to help them. I looked around and sat Indian style on the metal looking at everyone. There were no windows but there were big white ceiling fans everywhere. That must've been where the wind was coming from. My doctor went to Elijah whispered something and pointed around the corner past the wide spiraling stairs. Elijah slowly got off of his bed and walked away around the corner into the darkness. I jumped off the iron cot and waved my hand towards the doctor. He didn't notice.
"Excuse me? Where is my brother going?" I shouted.
Abby was on the next bed after Elijah and turned to face me and put here finger to her lips and started to sign something under her cot. We take ASL it's apart of our communication course our tutor taught us.
We- are-in-the-o-o-headquarters-they-are-armed.
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Province Dread
AdventurePirates aren't always looking for gold. They are looking for something. Disobeying laws in the process. Kind of a deadly Robin Hood. If this was the only way to leave would you stay a corpse in a pile or a fighting survivor?
