Luke's Diary: An unlucky man in a zombie apocalypse. Days 601 - 756

Day 756: Friday 21st September 2018

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Day 756
Friday 21st September 2018

For the foreseeable future this is my last diary entry.

I have no idea how long I'm going to be in the situation that I'm currently in; six months? A year? I just don't know. It's been a stressful and dramatic day filled with death, some unbelievable shocks and the unexpected return of some familiar faces (some welcome, some not so welcome and some that I thought I'd never see again). After all the drama, the day has ended in the most unbelievable way. I never saw this coming. . .

The day started in a very unusual and quite scary way. After I went to bed last night I expected to wake up in the morning as I usually have, in my comfy double bed in my bedroom within Sector G. However, that's not what happened. I woke up to discover I was outside, laid on the ground in only my pants and t-shirt with my hands tied together and my feet tied together with thick rope. Before I had a chance to try and figure out what was going on, a big heavy hand grabbed hold of the back of my t-shirt, yanked me off the ground. "Oi, what's going on!?" I loudly snapped. I was dragged across the concrete floor and dumped on another part of the ground and made to drop to my knees and kneel. I looked up to discover my aggressor was Commander Goyle, and I looked to my right to see all of the others, dressed in their night clothes, down on their knees, knelt in a line, tied and bound as I was. Dave was sat in his wheelchair. His hands were tied but his legs weren't. I quickly scanned my environment and absorbed my new surroundings. We were all outside, knelt on a large concrete surface about the size of a professional football pitch. The ground was surrounded by a tall, strong looking iron fence with hundreds of infected on all four sides viciously growling and aggressively reaching inside through the bars. Further afield, the land that surrounded the concrete area was covered with trees. It looked like some sort of large forest. I had absolutely no idea what was going on. Mike was knelt next me. I turned to him with fear, shock and confusion on my face. "What the Hell is going?" I said to Mike, with heightened urgency in my voice. "Not sure," said Mike. "Oh my God, where's Auntie Meryl?" I panicked, "Where's Kyle? Where's Leo?" I leaned forward and backwards, looking past Mike to see who exactly was in the line. I noticed Kyle further down the line. He was knelt next to Auntie Meryl. "Kyle. Auntie Meryl," I assertively said, "Are you both OK?" "Well don't ask about me will you?" snapped my jealous Mum.  "Where's Leo?" I asked Kyle and Auntie Meryl. "Your son is safe," Goyle assertively said, "Well, he is for now anyway." Goyle stepped to one side to reveal that Tara was stood with Leo, Primark and Sophie next to some sort of free standing lift, attached only to the ground. "Primark!" yelled Trudy. "Sophie!" yelled Naomi, giving Tara a furious stare, "You evil b*tch. I'm going to tear you limb from limb. Get away from my granddaughter!" "If either of you hurt those kids, I'll have your kn*ckers for earrings and your t*ts for shoulder pads," snapped Trudy. I suddenly felt my body fill up with anger. "If you harm one hair on those kid's heads," I menacingly said, "I swear to God . . ." "Relax," said Goyle, in his usual deep, manly and authoritative voice, "No one has to get hurt. You just have to cooperate. "You'd better keep that b*tch away from me," Naomi snapped at Goyle, "We're all lining up to snap her neck and if I get my way I'll be the first in the queue." "I want to see my son!?" TJ loudly snapped. "Your son is right over there with Lieutenant Kate," said a firm Goyle. "Look Goyle," Ash firmly said, "What's this all about? Why are we all outside like this? What did you mean when you said 'cooperate'?" "I bet we're not REALLY outside," said an assertive Naomi, "That sky up there will be fake. This is one of those artificial atmosphere things like we saw in Feemh Oak. This is all just another ACROBAT mind games. We're not outside, we're inside. They're just trying to f*ck with our heads again." "Oh you are indeed REALLY outside," said Goyle, "The Base is thousands of feet beneath us. We are stood on top of one of the main entrances. This concrete surface has been placed on top of the entrance to make it look like a large patch of unwanted wasteland." Goyle showed us a chunky remote control in his hand. "I've got the switch right here to get us in and out," said Goyle. "Bl**dy Hell," said Dave, "I haven't been outside – well, properly outside in years." "How the Hell did we all get out here?" asked Mum. "Lieutenant Kate and I brought you all out here," said Goyle, "We waited until you were all asleep, drugged you and then brought you here." "What the Hell for?" snapped TJ. "Yeah, me, Dave and Ash work for you," exclaimed Mum, "What are you playing at." "Well you, Dave and Ash have shown that you can't be trusted," said Goyle. "What did you mean when you said we had to cooperate?" Ash assertively repeated in a louder tone. "You watch your tone boy," said a firm Goyle, "We are still your superiors." "Oh for crying out loud," snapped Auntie Meryl, "Will you just answer his frigging question. My legs are killing me and my back is in agony. My days of being tied up and down on my knees are long behind me." "Well mine aren't," said Mum with a cheeky smile. "Look, stop p*ssing about," snapped an angry Auntie Meryl, "What's all this about? One minute we're in bed fast sleep, the next we wake up outside, all tied up, dumped in the middle of nowhere like it's some bl**dy snuff film." "Come on Commander Goyle," said Mum, "Tell us what this is all about." "I got wind of your little plan," said Goyle. "What plan?" asked Auntie Meryl, looking down the line at us, "What's he wittering on about the silly b*gger?" "I know about the notes you've been passing around," said Goyle, "You should know by now that nothing gets passed me." "How did you find out what we were doing?" asked a blunt Naomi. "Oh come on," said Goyle, "You don't exactly associate with the most discreet people do you? There were cameras you could see, but there were cameras you couldn't see. We saw and heard everything. I even heard you and Luke whispering in the corridor. Not only have you been plotting but you've certainly been getting very cosy haven't you?" Naomi and I exchanged awkward and slightly uncomfortable looks. "OK," said a firm Naomi, "So you've found out what we were planning. It doesn't change anything. You're not getting the codes. How do we know you won't just kill us all when you get them?" "You don't," said a frank Goyle, "But what you don't realise is that I can get these codes with or without your help." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I need the codes from Lynn, Dave and Ash," Goyle said to me, "I've got the codes off the others. Now I could easily get the codes from these three, by killing them, taking their DNA and getting Harold to create some clones who will have the same memories as these three, meaning they'll know the codes." "I thought you already had our DNA on file?" said Mum. "We did," said Goyle, "But in all of the chaos it seems it's been . . . Let's say . . . Misplaced." "My God, you're an idiot," laughed Naomi, "Not only have you lost a load of DNA that you need, but you've obviously forgotten that clones of these three will have memories of how important it is, NOT to give you the codes." "Then we'll keep making clones until they crack and give us what we need," said Goyle. "You're full of sh*t," snapped Naomi, "If it was that easy to make clones of these three you'd have done it." "He knows that the process of creating clones of us who are going to hand the codes over could take weeks," said Ash in cocky tone, "He thinks he's waited long enough and that this way's going to be quicker. I'm right aren't I?" "Watch your tone, boy," said Goyle in an intimidating tone, "You are not in charge here. I am." "Ha," said Naomi, "Doesn't look like that to me." Goyle gave Naomi a very angry glare as his nostrils flared and he showed her the whites of his eyes. He then aggressively marched toward Naomi, picked her up by the scruff of the t-shirt she'd been sleeping in, yanked her up off the ground and pulled her towards his face. Naomi looked scared but I could see she was trying to hide it. "Oi, leave her alone!" Mia screamed. "Put her down right now Goyle," snapped Ash. "Let her go!" I loudly snapped. "I. AM. IN. CHARGE!!!!!!" Goyle loudly shouted right in Naomi's face. I'm surprised she had any eardrums left. Her fear was replaced with a calm, yet cocky sort of anger. "This how you get your kicks is it, Goyle?" Naomi smugly asked, "Drugging half naked, defenceless women, bringing them outside, shouting in their face and trying to intimidate them all so you can feel like you're the big man. You're pathetic." Naomi then spat in Goyle's face. I gasped and could feel my heart rate increasing. I didn't expect Naomi to do that. The anger on Goyle's face intensified, as Naomi's saliva ran down his cheek. The atmosphere suddenly intensified and then Goyle threw Naomi back in line and marched over to Tara. He produced his gun from his belt, pulled back the catch and pointed the barrel of his weapon directly a Sophie's head. We all gasped in horror. "NO!!!" screamed Naomi. "I am SICK of you people p*ssing me about! You've all given me nothing but trouble!" He loudly and aggressively said, "And that stops – RIGHT NOW!!! NOW GIVE ME THE CODES OR THIS BABY GETS A F*CKING BULLET TO THE BRAIN!!!" "OK! OK!" shouted a panicked Ash, "I'll give you the codes, just leave the kids alone." Goyle took a step forward and pointed the gun at Ash and pressed the barrel against his forehead. "You'd better not be p*ssing me about boy, because I'm not in the mood." "4050667321,"said Ash, "That's my code. Just leave Sophie alone." I noticed Tara in the background write down the code on a piece of paper. "You just saved your niece's life," Goyle said to Ash, "Good call." "Can you please just get us all inside?" asked a nervous Dave, "I feel rather anxious being out here." "No one's going anywhere until we get the remaining two codes," said a blunt Goyle. He then walked over to Mike and pressed the barrel of the gun against his forehead. Goyle looked over Dave. "Dave," he assertively said, "Give me your code or your oldest son dies. Look at him. He thinks he's a tough guy doesn't he? Doesn't look so tough with all those fingers missing and those burns on his face. You know, it's a good job Tara killed Laura. We ever told her that you were to blame for her brother's death. I wonder what she'd have done to you?" "Look, I couldn't care less if you killed him," said Dave, "He's always been a let-down. One of society's misfits. Do us all a favour and put him down." "Dad!?" exclaimed TJ. Mike gave Dave an evil look. "I knew you hadn't changed," he angrily sniped, "Same old dirty piggy you were years ago." "Dirty piggy?" exclaimed Dave, sounding confused and looking at Mike like he was some sort of oddball, "What are you twelve? F*cking freak." "If I wasn't tied up I'd twist your head off your shoulders," snapped Mike. "Michael, you couldn't twist the top off a bottle off coke," said Dave, finally showing his true colours.  Goyle walked over to TJ and instead pointing the barrel of the gun at his forehead. "What about this one then?" Goyle asked Dave, "Your youngest son? How would you feel if I put a bullet in his head?" "Do what you want with him," said Dave, "He might be my son but if it's a choice between me living or him, I'm going to pick me." Dave looked at TJ and shrugged. "Sorry son," he said. "F*ck off," snapped TJ, "I'm not your son." "Hang on," I said, "I thought you needed all of us." "We only needed you so this lot would get the codes," said Goyle. "Yeah, but if you could just kill them, clone them and then try and get the codes that way; why didn't you just do that in the first place instead of going through all this rigmarole?" asked Naomi. "As I said," said Goyle, "There's no guarantee a cloned version of this lot would hand over the codes. Besides, it's not an option we thought of until recently." "Jesus Christ," said Naomi, "Do any of you lot know what you're doing?" "We know EXACTLY what we're doing," said an angry Goyle, "Lynn, Dave, Ash and Andy might not have given us the codes before but having you lot here has already resulted in two of the codes being handed over." "I'm not handing anything over until you give me a guarantee that you won't kill me," said Dave. "I'll kill you if you keep p*ssing me off," said Goyle. "Well why should I give you my code then?" asked a smug Dave. "Are your ears broken as well as your legs?" said a blunt Goyle, "If you don't give me the code, I'll just kill you, get a clone made of you and keep making clones until I get a cloned version of you that gives me the code I want." Dave looked slightly nervous and as Goyle approached him in a menacing way his nervousness increased and this was plain for all to see. "OK," said a worried Dave, "OK. I'll give you the code. Just promise me you won't kill me." "I promise," said Goyle, "Now give me the mother f*cking code." "8735984821," said Dave with a hint of fear in his voice. Again, I noticed Tara stood near Leo and Sophie, making a note of the code. "Dave," said Goyle, pointing the gun at TJ and Mike's Dad, "Guess what?" Dave looked terrified as he glanced up at Goyle's aggressively intimidating face. "I lied," said Goyle. Just as Goyle was about to pull the trigger, Dave, to everyone's surprise, leapt to his feet, jumped out of his wheelchair and quickly started running away from Goyle. "Oh my God, he can walk!" exclaimed Mia. "Well what do you know?" said Goyle with a big grin on his face, "It's a f*cking miracle. Amazing what a gun to the forehead can do for your health isn't it?" "I said him being in that wheelchair was a big con didn't I?" snapped Mike. "The lying b*stard," said a firm Roz, "Pretending to be disabled all this time." "Well I don't know where he thinks he's running to," laughed Goyle, "We're sealed in." "Please don't shoot him," begged TJ, "I know he's a tw*t, but he's still my Dad." Goyle gave TJ a patronising smile, raised his gun, pointed it at the fleeing Dave, pulled the trigger and shot him in the back of the head. Dave fell down, dead to the floor and we heard his face hit the concrete ground with a thud. Mike seemed completely unaffected but TJ looked mortified. I don't think I've ever seen him so bothered by something. Goyle walked up to him, lowered his head and looked him in the eye. "He's nobody's Dad now," said Goyle. He then stepped back and with a look on his face that suggested he meant business, he aggressively said, "No one, and I mean NO ONE, takes the p*ss out of me!" "You didn't have to kill him you nasty f*cker," snapped Trudy. Goyle stormed over to Tara who handed him a large iPad. Goyle then stormed back over to us, pressed the button on the iPad, turned the device round, presented us with the screen and showed us footage of Andy, Trudy's Dad being shot in the head. We all gasped. "Oh my God!" exclaimed Mia, "You've killed Trudy's Dad." "What the Hell is wrong with you?" exclaimed Mum. "He's a monster," sniped Naomi. Trudy starred at the screen and looked very angry. I know she didn't like her Dad but seeing him dead like this clearly got to her and she tried to cover up her distress by giving Goyle and the rest of the impression that she wasn't bothered. "Big deal," said Trudy, shrugging. "You've done me a favour. He always was a tosser. The world's got one less arsehole in it." "Don't you get it!?" Goyle aggressively said, "I'm trying to prove to you that I'm the boss. I'm in charge! I. AM. IN. CHARGE! If I want to kill you – I will. It's as simple as that. Andy's been a pain in the arse for months. The second I got his code, he was dead." "Yeah, yeah," said Trudy, "Whatever." "Don't annoy me little girl," said Goyle in a sinister tone, "You might be immune and you might be important to Harold but you're not important to me, and neither is your stupid kid." "Well why the bl**dy Hell should I give you my code?" asked Mum in a blunt tone, "I mean how do I know if you're going to let me off like Ash, or kill me like you have Dave and Andy?" "Mum, don't p*ss him off," I firmly said. "I'd do as your son says if I were you, Lynn," said Goyle, "Now Tara's got all the codes written down over there and all I need is the last one from you and then we can get underground, set off the nuclear blast, wipe out the infected and start again." "Don't give him the code Lynn," said an angry Mike, "He's going to kill us all anyway, so let him put us all down, make a clone out of you and work for his f*cking precious code." Goyle turned his head, looked at Mike and gave him a very intimidating stare. "You want to play the big man with me boy?" Goyle asked Mike in an intimidating tone, "Want to be the big tough guy? Well let's see how tough you are when you see the little surprise I've got for you." Mike looked confused, as did I. "What surprise?" I asked, "What are you on about?" Goyle turned his head slightly and called back to Tara. "Let him out!" Goyle loudly said. Tara walked over to the lift, produced what looked like some sort of credit card from her pocket, swiped down the panel attached to the lift and the door opened and someone who I never thought I'd see again stepped out of the lift. "Oh my God," I gasped, as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. This was yet another absolute shock that left me shocked to my core. It was Hilary! HILARY! He exited the entrance to the lift, with a smug and rather evil look on his face. He had burn marks on his face and was wearing a black PVC ACROBAT outfit. I suddenly felt very scared as I remembered what happened when I last saw Hilary in France. [DAY 311] However the fear on my face was nothing compared to the sheer terror plastered all over Mike's. "Oh God," said Mike, sounding panicked. "Who's that?" asked Roz. "Hilary Clinton," said an angry Naomi. "That's the name of Bill Clinton's wife," said Mum, sounding confused. I noticed that Mike was starting to hyperventilate. "Mike, it's OK," I said, trying to reassure him, "He's probably just a clone." "Oh he's not a clone," said Goyle, "Hilary made his way back here from France and when we realised he had links we with you guys, we offered him a job." "You offered this maniac a job?" exclaimed Naomi, "Just how many psychopaths are employed by ACROBAT?" Hilary joined Goyle and looked at us all one by one. He gave Mia a flirtatious look, winked at her and blew her a kiss. Mia responded by looking really angry but also rather scared. "Who is this fella?" asked Mum, "How does he know you all?" "He spent months making our lives Hell," I angrily said, "He kidnapped us, tortured us, stole from us, killed our friends, raped Mia. The man's an animal." Hilary winked at Naomi, gave TJ a thumbs up and then gave Mike a very smug yet sinister stare. "Mike," said Hilary, with an evil grin, "My old mate. Oh I've got something very special planned for you." Mike lowered his head and looked visibly scared. I felt uneasy seeing Mike so frightened of Hilary. Mike's reaction also unnerved me slightly. Mike might be a bit of a nutter at times, but I'm not used to seeing him being so scared of anyone.  "And Luke," said Hilary, taking a side step away from Mike and now looking at me with an annoyingly smug grin on his face, "You're on my special list too. I told you didn't I? I told you I'd find you, and what did I say I'd do to you when I find you? I said I'd kill you." "Oi, leave him alone you big bully," snapped Auntie Meryl, "I remember you. Big bully with a potty mouth. Your Mum should have taught you some proper manners." "Manners?" exclaimed Hilary, "Your precious nephew leaves me to burn to death underground in a cellar in France and you think I need teaching some manners." Hilary frowned and pointed to the burns on his face and then aggressively pointed at me. "He did this to me," Hilary angrily snapped, "I was lucky to get out when I did. I could have been burned alive." Hilary clenched his fist, frowned, gritted his teeth and quickly punched me in the face. I managed to stay knelt on my knees, but my head was vigorously swung to the right. Everyone protested with Mum and Auntie Meryl calling Hilary names and some of the others shouting at him to leave me alone. Hilary hit the bottom half of my face, busting my bottom lip open, causing blood to trickle down my chin. Hilary then gave me another hard punch, again, resulting in my head nearly being knocked off my shoulders. Both of my nostrils ran with blood and even though I was starting to feeling a bit disorientated I did my best to keep my cool. The others once again loudly protested and told Hilary to leave me alone. "Same old coward," snapped Naomi, "The only way you can show us what a big man you are is to knock us around when we're all tied up. You and these ACROBAT thugs are a perfect match. Pr*ck." At this point I honestly thought I was going to get killed. I was on my knees, tied up, battered and bruised and looking at Tara, Goyle and Hilary – three people that I couldn't stand. My chances weren't looking good so at this point I thought I had nothing to lose. I started laughing in an attempt to wind Hilary up and draw him away from Naomi. Hilary looked at me and frowned with frustration. "What you f*cking laughing at?" he snapped. Ignoring Hilary I continued laughing for a while. "WHAT'S FUNNY!?" Hilary loudly snapped, sounding angry. "You can punch me all you want," I giggled, "You kick me, punch me, hit me and batter me, but do you know what? Your son still preferred me and I still shagged your wife." I continued belly laughing. This, along with what I had just said, made Hilary adopt an absolutely furious expression, but I didn't care. "You b*stard!" Hilary viciously snapped. He then prepared to launch into a vicious attack when he was suddenly stopped by Goyle who grabbed his arm. "Enough," Goyle firmly said. "What?" snapped Hilary, "That cocky sh*t needs taking down a peg or two." "Not now," said an aggressive Goyle in a firm tone, "I need those codes. This can wait. Understand!?" Hilary backed down. He knew that he was on to a losing battle taking Goyle on. He took a step back giving me an extremely venomous look as he did. Goyle then returned his attention to Mum. He walked up to her and pointed the barrel of his gun at her forehead. "Give me the code or I shoot you," said a firm Goyle. "OK, OK," said Mum sounding panicky, "8654319676." Again, I noticed Tara write down the code. "Right, you've got what you wanted now, so just leave us alone," snapped Roz. "He won't leave us alone," said an angry Naomi, "He wants to stand in front of us and feel like a big man. He doesn't look like a big man to me. He looks like a little bully hiding behind the small amount of power that he THINKS he has." "Naomi, shut up," said TJ. "No, I won't," said a firm Naomi, "If he'd have told us ages ago that he was trying to bring us here to reunite us all with our family, we could have avoided all this and people might not have been killed. The man's a thug; a bully boy; a pathetic embarrassment." "Embarrassment!?" Goyle aggressively snapped, "Coming from you? The young girl who gave her baby up for adoption and then gave away her own granddaughter? The woman who didn't even know her own daughter was under her nose for so long? The woman whose daughter hated her? The woman who's just a scared little girl inside? You're the embarrassment. I'm the winner. I've got the codes. I'm going to initiate the nuclear blast, sit safe underground and then when the infected have died out and it's safe to come up top, I'm going to get that virus and sell it. I'm going to be the richest man in the world." "Sell it?" exclaimed Mum, "Who you going to sell it to?" "Yeah, money's not worth anything anymore," I said. "Oh, there's so much you don't know," said Goyle, "And do you know what? You're not going to. You're going to stay out here. If the infected don't get you, the blast will, and I'll be underground waiting to get rich. I've been waiting ages for this moment. I'm going to get that virus, I'm going to sell it and I'll be the richest man in the world! I'm not an embarrassment. I told you. I'm a winner. You hear me? I'm in charge. I'm a winner. . . . I'm a winner . . . ! I'M A WINNEEEEER!!!" BANG! Goyle painfully gulped and fell to the floor to reveal Tara stood behind him with a smoking gun in her hand and an emotionless look on her face. She'd shot him in the back. "He doesn't look like a winner to me," Tara bluntly said. "What the Hell is going on?" Hilary asked Tara. She turned to him, pointed the gun at Hilary's face and shot him, point blank in the forehead. BANG. A bullet went plunging straight through Hilary's brain and flying out of the back of his head. He then fell down dead to the floor. "He was another inconvenience," said Tara. "What the f*ck is going on!?" I loudly exclaimed. "Goyle was right," said Tara, "The virus is going to make someone very rich. . . .Me, and now I've got the codes to nuke the planet, I'll wait underground and then when it's safe to resurface, I'll sell it and enjoy my riches as the world is rebuilt." "All this, just so you can get rich?" snapped an angry Roz, "All this hassle? All this grief? Caroline being killed? All so you can make some money!?" "Harold and the rest of ACROBAT might be interested in enhancing and prolonging human life and all that crap," said Tara, "But I'm not. I just want the money and the interested parties Goyle was in discussion with are now my prospective customers. Once the fallout from the nuclear blast clears I can meet them and start negotiations." "Who the Hell is going to buy the virus off you anyway?" I exclaimed, "Who are these prospective customers?" "You don't need to worry about that," sad Tara, "I don't need you lot anymore. You've been a dead weight around my neck for the best part of the year. I would put you all out of your misery right now, but I'd rather save the bullets, so I think I'll take the lift back down, set off the blast and leave you all up here to die." A sudden click was heard as the barrel of a handgun was pointed against the right side of Tara's head. "Drop the gun and don't move," a voice said. The mysterious arrival took a side step to reveal himself. It was Lindon! He was trying to look all hard and serious but it was obvious he was scared. "Oh my God, Lindon!?" exclaimed Mia. "F*ck me!" exclaimed Trudy, "There's a twist I didn't see coming." "Well you took your f*cking time didn't you?" snapped TJ, "Well don't just stand there you bl**dy corpse shagger. Get us all out of here." "Lindon, go and check on the kids," said Naomi. "Lindon, don't let her out of your sight," I said. "Lindon, get the gun off her," said Mike. "Lindon, just get us all untied," said TJ. "Just SHUT UP!" Lindon angrily snapped, "I need to think." "Oh Christ," said TJ, "He needs to think. We'll be here for weeks." "Lindon," said Tara, in a slightly in a sinister tone, "You really need to shoot me in the head because if you don't kill me within the next two minutes, I'll kill you. It's going to take more than you turning up on your own to scare me." Lindon leaned in towards Tara's ear. "Yeah?" said an angry Lindon, "Well I'm not on my own." At that point the sound of a loud engine and noisy propellers was heard in the distance. We all looked up, towards the source of the noise and our faces filled with glee and surprise when the same helicopter that tried to rescue us a few days ago appeared from the surrounding forest. "Well, well, well boys and girls," a familiar voice said from the helicopter's Tannoy system, "We have to stop meeting like this." "Oh my God!" I loudly and excitedly said, "It's Sci—Fi Cyn." "But I thought ACROBAT had her locked up?" said TJ. "She escaped and then rescued me," said Lindon, "And now we're going to get you all out of here." "None of you are going anywhere," said Tara. "Lindon," said Roz, "Just kill her. Go on. Shoot her in the head. Shoot her in the head right now!" "I'm confused," said a flustered Lindon, trembling as he continued holding the gun at Tara's head, "I'm sorry I did all that other stuff. I didn't want to do it. She made me. She made me do it all. I thought she had my brother." "Lindon, it's alright," I said, "We know. Just relax and keep your cool." "Just kill her!" yelled Roz. "Roz shut up," I snapped, "You're scaring him." Sci-Fi Cyn and the helicopter were now hovering above us, preparing to land within the fenced off concrete area. As we drew our attention to the approaching flyer and tried to cope with all the wind being swished around by the heavy propellers, Lindon snatched Tara's gun out of her hand, pushed her to the floor and quickly came over and started untying us. Once Lindon had untied Roz, she grabbed Tara's gun off him, quickly ran over to Tara who was laid on the floor and pointed the barrel of the weapon at her. "Don't move you evil murdering b*tch," snapped Roz.