The Lost: The Worst War of My Life

Chapter Ten

"These are our shooters." Blackman answers.

"Come out y'all there ain't anything to be worried about. Nobody needs to get hurt." The strange man says to us.

"State your fraction!" Blackman yells again.

"You have 5 seconds."

"State your fraction!"

"5....4....3....2...."

"What do we do?" Blackman ask me.

"We stay put if they want a fight we'll give it to them." I answer.

"....1"

Right then he turns around and gets back in the truck not looking back at the store once.
Then we hear the sound of metal bouncing off the ground.

"Flash!"

We fling to the ground and cover our faces. With no luck we are blinded. Everything turns bright and I can't see a damn thing. I can barely hear.

"Get off me!" Blackman yells out.

I then start to regain my vision but it's blurry. I see all of my men being dragged out to the front. I reach for my gun in a heroic stunt, but it's quickly stepped on by a boot. I look up and I'm met with the butt of a rifle, and again everything goes black.

I wake up to my brain feeling like mush. My vision is still not all the way there, but my brain is still working because I can feel pain. My nose has to be broke by the way it feels. I can't move so I must be tied up in a chair. I notice a man coming straight for where I'm sitting and I start to move and wiggle around trying to get myself loose.

"Congratulations, you're the first to wake up." A familiar voice says to me.

"Oh really, what do I win?" I ask him.

"Interrogation, come on down it'll be fun."

I was hoping they'd untie me. Even though I can't see but I can still fight. Instead they grab the back of my chair and drag me for what seemed across the whole building. When we stop moving I start to regain my sight and I see we're in a small concrete room. No windows just the repetitive sound of water dripping. The strange man grabs a chair and sits in front of me.

"I'm sorry my men were so rough. They get a little iffy about outsiders. Especially armed ones." He says to me.

I don't say or do anything.

"So who are you guys anyway some kind of military?"

I look away from him ignoring his question.

"You know it's polite to look at people when they talk to you?"

I don't answer him again.

"I said look at me!" He yells at me.

I slowly turn my head to look at him and I start to examine his face. He's not American but more of a Russian look. I should have picked that up by his accent.

"That's better, now Henry's. Who are you?"
I again don't answer him.

"The silent treatment." He laughs, "I like when a bitch plays hard to get. Look man we can do this all day or you can just tell me it's up to you."

I don't say anything again.

He leans in closer to me where his face is almost touching my face.

"I bring you into my home and give the privilege of a chair and you don't answer one simple question. Hey Johnny boy what happened to the last guest we had over?" He asks looking at the man standing behind him. This guy is big maybe 6'7 6'8 and muscular. Black hair completely shaved and bright blue eyes.