Lunch. Stepping into the kitchen, Shayna looked around. Soon this place would not exists to her, nor the rest of her life.
"Hey," Mitch suddenly said out of the blue.
"You okay?" He repeated.
"I've just been thinking a lot lately, maybe there is a way we could survive." She looked over at him, and he looked back at her. Their eyes met, with only a split second of silence before it was broken by a crash. The door had fallen to the ground, and two figure stood in its place. They stepped forward, and the taller one started to speak.
"Come with us, or pay the price of life,"
"Mitch, why," Shayna struggled to say, for she was out of breath, as the figures were tried to grab her.
"Help," she whispered as the men dragged her out the door. In a car, locked in the trunk, she lay. A depressed heart that only she could feel beating, and a mind like no other. In came Mitch, with the two men, who were constantly stumbling and limping. The blood dripped off their faces as they threw Mitch in the trunk with Shay. The truck started, and they took off, and were in for a long journey ahead.
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ActionStanding. Waiting. The time would soon come. It could be heard. The loud outrageous shrieking of the sirens stopped, but still ringing in her ears. "How," Shayna said under her breath as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Why," she whispered again...
