Citizen Z

Chapter 22

502 days since the virus spread

Two days pass

It's been two days since this group took us hostage.

Nothing much has happened than all of us being tied to a pole, standing. We're able to move around, but no further than a few inches from the pole. We need to ask if we have needs, which none of us are use to.

I feel like a circus animal that is chained up.

Frank and I are tied together around a thick , I don't mind him being in my space. I've gotten use to him and I like being in his presence.

While on the other pole, Mikey and Ray are tied to the pole a few feet away from us. We can still communicate and hear each other, which is still handy, but they've gone quiet which is strange.

I'm not going to worry about that, I just need to find a way to get out of here. I need to protect them, I need to protect my Frank.

I've tried breaking my restraints multiple times, but it's been useless. My wrists are absolutely raw from fighting it. Frank tried, but gave up earlier, he hasn't really said anything after that or I haven't been giving enough attention to him to hear him.

I just need to get out of here.

In the beginning of our abduction he was rather calm. Later on, he knew something is wrong and started pleading, begging for our release, but it seems like he had give up.

He knows his words are worth nothing to our kidnappers.

I yank my restraints for the hundredth time. I continue pulling, feeling it cutting through my skin. My fingers mitt together in pain as I yank my hands another time.

It doesn't even budge, not a millimeter. It's driving me insane.

It's no use, but I can't give up. I have to keep persevering this, I have to protect them. They're my family.

Looking down at my hand, I see a thin stream of blood running down my pale arm, onto my lap. I just wish I didn't have to hurt myself to do it, but I will if I have to. If I could get his attention, maybe it could help?

"You're just hurting yourself," Frank says, taking my hand while being restrained, "please stop. I don't want anything to happen to you. We can't risk an infection now, you need to stay healthy."

"I want to get us out of here, maybe if I can get his attention in this way, I co-

"It will be fine, sweetheart, I promise. I-I'll work something out, just stop." He whispers kindly and looks at me with his dark eyes, making me feel butterflies in my stomach.

I feel so hopeless.

He's right, I shouldn't risk the chance of getting an infection. I don't know if they'll be able to help me if I do get one, I could be setting myself up to get really sick.

What am I going to do?

I slowly nod and look over to the other two, who are arguing, again. They finally broke their silence to one another and started talking again, but again it quickly broke out in an argument.