Wake Up

Who are you?

Standing in the doorway no more than four feet away from the tips of her toes, were two unfamiliar people, one woman and one man. The woman was beautiful and looked no older than her early twenties, her hair pulled up into a messy bun from what she could tell it brown but had been dyed to be the shade it was. Her jaw was sharp, her nose slightly upturned, her eyes open wide enough to see the color, which was a green with what looked to be specs of gold. She had makeup on making her even more mature and it brought attention to her green eyes much like a deep forest making them stand out against her fair skin, the clothes she was wearing brought attention to her body and showed she was confident in herself, but also that she was modest. She was wearing a shirt that was a little loose but not enough to look unflattering it had holes scattered across it looking to be random, Allison has seen the same shirt in the store recently and knew that she bought it that way, she was wearing a black skater skirt, with tights that almost matched the color of her skin that it almost looked like she didn't have any on. She had a pair of black combat boots on that, when she walked made a tapping sound. She recognized this as one of the sounds that was on the floor above her. This woman held herself with an air of confidence that Allison was sure made her inferior to this women. Allison was sure that this lady was dangerous and that made her afraid but she held a poker face as best she could before moving her eyes to look at the man that had entered with the woman.

The man made her feel unsettled and scared, he was a large muscular man wearing a black t-shirt that had a logo that was damaged after being washed several times and it was hardly recognizable, the shirt almost looked like it didn't  belong on his body it was clearly several sizes too big and looked too old to be anything from this decade holes scattered around the shirt with no rhyme or reason some even looked to be the size of Allison's fist and looked so unnatural on someone so clean cut, his acid washed jeans looked to be brand new the color crisp and undamaged by even the washing machine. He had a long jagged scar along the side of his face. He had a buzz cut that looked new and clean almost as if it was cut today nothing looked out of place on this man except his stained over sized t-shit and he held an emotionless look on his face, she wished her poker face was half as good as his. Before she knew it she was sure that she held fear in her eyes as she heard the beautiful lady laugh a perfect laugh that complimented her look almost too perfectly, Allison didn't take her eyes off the man though, she knew if she did she probably never would get the chance to look at him so clearly again. His eyes were a murky brown, they seemed to be stuck in a heated glare as his eyes scanned around the room landing on Allison. His eyes seemed to harden even more than she though possible when he glanced at her. The fear in her eyes increased tenfold that she almost sobbed, but she held strong looking in his eyes. He saw the terror in her face and he gave a cold laugh that was almost as emotionless as her was that is scared her even more. The restraints dug into her skin as she tried to cower away from these unknown people and she winced as she felt the warmness that she was sure was her own blood against her freezing skin. Sweat made her hair cling to her neck and clump in made her feel disgusting. She pushed that thought to the back of her mind because she knew she had other priorities. She couldn't help it though her mind wandered when she was nervous and right now she was a ball of anxiety, nervousness, and absolute terror. She didn't know what to do or say. Allison tensed as she thought "What if they are here to kill me?"