Surviving The Haze ☑️

Chapter Sixteen- Lucy P.O.V.

"Yo, J! I need some food!" I yelled at the empty room.

I knew he was sitting on the other side of this wall. I heard him talking a few times. I guess he doesn't understand that these walls aren't very thick.

Or that I need food.

The door opened widely, revealing J at the door. "What?"

I rolled my eyes. "I. Need. Food. Ya know, something humans have to eat to live?"

He sighed and stepped out of the room, leaving the door open. If only I wasn't tied to this dang chair, I might've been able to escape.

I began scooting my chair across the floor as I tried to get to the door. I heard footsteps coming my way, so I abruptly stopped.

J appeared once again, holding a sandwich, a bag of chips, and a Coke.

"Dang, you got the good stuff!" I spoke,
causing J to have an uneasy look on his face.

He shrugged. "We stored the human food all in one room since we didn't need it."

I tried to reach for the food, but I remembered my hands were tied to the chair. "Uh, J? Either untie me or you're gonna have to feed me."

J chuckled. "I was going to feed you anyway. I'm not going to risk untying you."

I smirked as he opened the bag of chips. "Scared of a little girl?"

That earned me a half-smile as he pulled out a chip. "No, but I don't think you'll like me if it happened."

I bit the chip as my eyebrows furrowed. "How come?"

He placed another chip in my mouth as he spoke. "Because I would be angry, and it's not pretty when I'm angry."

"Nobody's pretty when they're angry," I joked.

He gave me another half-smile. "I guess not."

We sat in silence as he fed me the rest of my food. Once I was done, J gathered up the garbage and began to walk towards the door.

"J?" I called out, causing him to pause and look over his shoulder at me.

"After you throw that away, will you sit in here with me? It's boring," I asked.

My comment produced another half-smile on his lips. "Sure."

I sighed in relief. It really was boring in here

He returned shortly, taking a seat on the floor in front of me. "So, what do you want to do?"

I chewed on my lip as I thought. There wasn't much to do in here, and there wasn't much I could do since I was tied up. An idea popped in my head as I realized the perfect game.

"Let's play 20 Questions!" I squealed.

He raised an eyebrow. "What is that?"

I stared at him, dumbfounded. "You don't know what 20 Questions is?"

He shook his head. I sighed and told him how to play. "Okay, each person gets to ask the other person any question they want, but you only get twenty questions. The other person has to answer whatever question you ask, no matter what."

He nodded as he listened. I smiled. "You go first!"

He sat for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face. "Um, what is your full name?"

"Samantha Lucy Jones," I replied. "Now my turn! What's your favorite color?"

"Red," he answered. "How old are you?"