The crate was dark. And pretty small, considering I was around 5'10. It was black inside and out, and I had no possible way of seeing anything. My legs tucked inward, as the crate was being carried by someone from outside it. Probably not Leon, I assumed, because he was quite short and didn't look very strong. The motion of swaying wasn't very settle, making my nauseous. Nonetheless, I tried to get some sleep in.
I don't know how much time had passed. And there was no way to tell. I woke up, with no shirt, and what seemed like handcuffed to a....tree? I try to turn around, but I am unable to move anything but my head. I take a look at my surroundings . And I couldn't believe what, or more likley who, was starring back at me.
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Up In The Clouds
Teen FictionWhen Fargo was not even a year old, his parents abandon him, and left him in a crumpling house to die. Having no friends, and no family, he escapes to his own thoughts. There, him and his friends from his dreams (the 6 Dreamers) all escape and hang...
