Kidnaped

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---(flashback)
"That's it, little guy!" Hugo said to the young boy who had just reeled in a small bass from the lake. "You caught a fish!" Hugo exclaimed to his brother, Shane, who was smiling ear to ear. "I did it!" He said in a squeaky young voice. Hugo laughed and helped him put the fish in the bucket. "Well, that's number 10. I think we can head home now buddy." Hugo said patting the boy on the back proudly before picking up the bucket and grabbing the 3-year old by the hand. "Moms going to be proud of you buddy!" He said happily to the little boy walking beside him. "Will she let me cook the fish?" Shane said innocently to his older brother "maybe not, but I'll show you how to cook and clean one." Hugo said holding the bucket up to look at it.

Shane suddenly stopped and pointed into the trail ahead "chomper..." he whispered and pointed. Hugo placed the bucket down and pulled out an amber wood knife with a sharp obsidian blade that Max and Avery had given him for his 10th birthday before Max bit. "Stay here, I'll take care of this dude," Hugo said as he began walking up to the monster.

The zombie whipped around and started walking towards him, his decaying body and torn clothes stunk horribly. The zombie hissed and grunted and reached for Hugo, but he was faster. Hugo grabbed its neck and popped his knife right into its head. He pulled it out and the body dropped to the floor. Hugo turned around to see the little boy standing scared. "Don't be scared of them, buddy. Your smarter, faster, and stronger." He said walking up to the little boy "but the trick is not to be loud. Those guys love noise and come running when they hear it." Hugo said as he held out his hand with his obsidian bladed knife resting in his palm. The little boy looked at Hugo and then the knife. "You take it," Hugo said softly "it will keep you safe."

Shane looked confused at his brother "but you said mom and dad gave you it." He said cautiously. "Yeah, but now I'm giving it to you. I still got that combat knife I found on a chomper." He said reassuringly. Shane smiled and picked up the hunting size knife and Hugo took off the sheath clip from his belt and gave him that as well. "Now that's not a toy bud, so be careful and don't cut yourself." Hugo said smiling as he ruffled his brother's hair "stop!" Shane said laughing. Hugo smiled and grabbed the bucket and offered his empty hand to his little brother who quickly grabbed it. "Your the coolest." Shane looked up to his brother and smiled, and Hugo looked down at his brother pleased to hear that he was cool. "Well, when the family's working, somebody's gotta be your cool brother!" The 13-year-old smiled jokingly as the two walked back to the high school.

----(present)
"Hue? Please be ok..." a quiet sad voice said next to me. I slowly opened my eyes after hearing and realizing that it was Shane. "Buddy?" I moaned wearily, my abdomen hurt like hell and I was tired. "Hue! You're ok!" He said as he grabbed me and hugged me, it hurt me, but I didn't say anything. I was happy he was ok. I hugged him back and smiled at him through my pain. "Where are we, Shane?" I said as I looked around the room we were in. The walls were cinderblock and the room was small, it had 2 twin-sized beds and a desk in it. I looked over and saw a steel case door. Maybe we were in jail, but the room didn't feel like a prison. "I don't actually know where, but I think we're underground." Shane said quietly to his brother "they act nice and come and take care of you, but I don't like them. They hurt you." He crossed his arms and walked over to the desk. "How long have I been out?" I finally asked, Shane slowly turned around and looked up at the ceiling "3 weeks." He slowly said to me. His face soon darkened and he began to frown "I've been alone for 3 weeks." The boy crossed his arms and looked down at the ground "I know it's not your fault, but you left me alone... I was scared." Shane mumbled sadly. I sighed, he didn't deserve to be hurt the way he was... he thought that I was dead... and that hurt him. I sat up slowly, trying not to cause more pain in my abdomen. I patted the spot on the bed beside me. "Come here," I said reassuringly, Shane walked over and sat next to me. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to me. "I'm sorry I scared you, buddy," I whispered as I softly rubbed his shoulder reassuringly. "Just don't do it again." He said looking up at me, a small grin came to his face.

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