Chapter 22: The Kidnappers

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     Zyrax woke up. His head hurt and he tried to reach for it, but for some reason he couldn't move his arms. "What the..." He looked to his right and saw that his arm was tied down. He looked to his left and saw it was the same way. He looked down to his feet and saw that they were also tied up. He was tied to a spring mattress bed with no showed covering. He looked around the dark room he was in. It was small and there was only one window. He saw some buildings nearby, so he figured he was still in Philadelphia. "Help!" He noticed that Gabriella and Grace weren't with him in the room. He looked for something that could help him, but there was only a lone dresser with some bandages and scissors on it. He tried pulling at the ropes but it was no use. He kept calling for help until someone finally entered the room he was in.

     "Can you shut the hell up!" It was a bulky, tall black boy. He wore a torn, white T-shirt, blue jeans and black Jordan's. He had a buzz cut  walked over to Zyrax and looked down at him. "What's your deal man?"

       "My deal is that you guys chased us down and tried to kill us!" Zyrax yelled.

     The black boy grew angry and slapped Zyrax across the face. "Who the hell yah think you're tallk'n to?"

      "A cock sucker who murders other kids for his own pleasure!" Zyrax spat back.

      The black bot then punched Zyrax in the gut. Zyrax gritted his teeth and strained at the ropes. "I'm the leader of this gang. We call ourselves the purge riders. We ride so we can purge on others. We take what we find. But you got lucky. You and your girl and that little girl that was with you survived. Oh, and those guns, thanks, where'd you get 'em?"

       "Boarder patrol." Zyrax said.

      "Bullshit! Gunman said that those guns came from some F.B.I. guys or some shit like that. There is no way in hell you found these from some boarder patrol fucks."

     "Gunman?" Zyrax was confused by the name.

     "Yeah, is there a fucking problem? We don't like saying or real names here. Like your name, it sounds fucking ridiculous."

      "Okay, whatever. But really, we killed some of the border patrol and took the guns they had. Maybe they were workers from the F.B.I. and they were trying to prevent anyone else from Mexico to spread the desires in the U.S., but it obviously didn't work."

      The black boy thought about this for a moment. "Aight, it sounds legit." Then he started to walk to the door.

      "Hey! Where are you going? Where's my friends?" Zyrax called.

       "I'm just about to go see 'em. I heard that girl of yours is pretty cute. Maybe I can get some pussy tonight!" He shut the door and left Zyrax yelling and struggling.

      He was thinking of a way to escape. He knew that they took everything from him, but even if they didn't he couldn't reach for it. He tried moving his fingers towards the ropes, but he could only touch it with the tips of his fingers. He started yelling and cursing. He knew that the infected grownups were attracted to noise, maybe if he could yell loud enough he could get some nearby. Or maybe he could make his kidnappers more annoyed, making them untie him.

     If felt like hours, but the same guy who was talking with Zyrax came back, he looked furious. "I said to shut the fuck up!"

     "Unite me and let me and my friends go! We only want our food, water, and some weapons and we'll leave!" Zyrax stated.

     "What? No way in hell is that happening!" He walked up to Zyrax and pointed at the red mark on his face. "You see this shit? Your girl did this to me! She actually had the nerve to do it!"

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