Daniel POV

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I have been gone for like, I don't know, three days? It really feels a little longer. These people keep pushing back the time that they will do something to me. I don't know and I'm happy not knowing. I've had several encounters with Jack. They are always at the worst time but there is nothing I can do about it. I just hope he's ok. I heard something so I listened. 

"Hey, Chris it's-" I couldn't hear the rest.

"Hey, who's up there?"I asked. I finally got the courage to ask.

"Daniel?!"

"Jack! I knew It was probably you, I heard you say Christians name," I said. What a kinda suprise. 

"Here, I'm going to get you out," I said moving the vent lid."No! my arm is tied to the handle. They will come back any second now. They will get you. Just...We need to talk about the things we need to talk about. They are taking me east of here after this," He explained.

"Ok, uhm-" I realized something.

"Wait, where is Zach?"


"Wait, where is Zach?" Maybe he was just hiding.

"Oh, yeah, about that. He was captured."

"Really?! well I guess it's good that your ok," We talked a little more but then the door opened.

"Who are you talking to?" He asked

"No one, just myself," I quickly responded and looked up.

"Go," I mouthed to Jack. He nodded and mouthed to me that he was going to get me. I nodded and looked back down. The dude turned around.

"Our leader is sick and will be better in days." I fake chuckled.

"Can't wait," I mumbled. The door swung open and another guy came in.

"Let's go, I was told to move you to another room." He picked me up. I looked up and noted that Jack had left. We began walking for a while and that's when the guy asked a question. I followed his eyes and saw Zach. My heart got happy, but then melted at the same time. Poor Zach.

"Daniel?!"

"Don't talk to him,"

"Zach-" He smacked me and I fought to not get myself killed right there and then. We left, and Zach yelled that he was going to get out. I hate this so, so much. I was put in the other room. At least I had a bed. Looks like I was going to be staying here a while.

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