The Apocalypse Adversaries

Part 9: The cell

After about an hour on the road, the vehicle came to a halt. Logan was hoping he'd have a chance to escape, or be able to form a plan, but there were guns pointed at their heads before the cage was even unlocked. Great. They were transported across what looked like a warehouse. It seemed that these people were really fortunate. They had shelves and shelves of supplies.

"If they have this much stuff, why are they stealing our supplies?" Logan whispered to Violet, who was walking beside him.

"No idea. Guess they're just greedy." She whispered back.

They were both shoved in the back by the guns of the guys behind them.

"Stop talking! And don't get any ideas. You aren't going anywhere."

Logan and Violet stood up straight and started walking again. They turned around to see Cece and Cassie had fallen behind. Cece looked really stressed, but Cassie was hysterical. She was shaking and sobbing and she could barely move. All of a sudden, she froze. Then there was a terrifying scream as she fell to the floor.

Cece threw herself down next to her and turned to the guy behind her. He looked equally terrified. It was clear that she hadn't been shot. Logan ran over before anyone could stop him.

"Cece, it's okay! She just panicked. She's passed out, but she'll be okay!"

But Cece wasn't listening. She pulled Cassie close and held her. A gun was pointed to her head once again.

"Carry her if you have to, but we've got to keep moving." The young man behind her announced.

Cece stood up, holding Cassie bridal-style, and began marching forward. Logan and Violet followed. They were both dealing with the situation pretty well, with no obvious panicking from either of them. But when Logan turned to Violet, he could see that she was shaking. It was understandable, he was too. He reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She turned to him and smiled.

It wasn't long before they reached a small, horribly dirty cell. The floor just looked to be soil and the walls had an unbelievable amount of mould on it. The metal bars that would hold them inside seemed to be the cleanest thing there, and even they were brown with rust. A guard pulled open the door and they were all shoved in.

There was barely room for two people in there, let alone four. This was going to be uncomfortable. Logan turned to the men on the other side of the bars.

"How long are we going to be here?"

"Until we can trust you. So, considering you shot a couple of our guys, I'm going to have to say a while. Good luck to you." The guy said, smiling slightly.

Another man stepped into the cell and pointed at Cassie.

"If she's going to be working for us, I'm going to have to give her a quick haircut."

He was grinning awfully, wielding some of the sharpest scissors any of them had ever seen. Cassie was just regaining consciousness. She saw the scissors and screamed. Cece reached towards her hat, looking as if she was about to give it to Cassie, but Logan shook his head. She was lucky she had it on when they were taken. If they saw her hair, they'd cut it off as well as Cassie's. It wasn't worth it. It was too late.

Cassie wept and cried as the man seized her by her pigtails and began to slice off her hair in large uneven chunks. By the time he was done, her beautiful waist-length blonde hair was scattered across the ground. What was left barely reached the top of her ears. Honestly, it quite suited her. But she was clearly not thrilled. She cried until she fell asleep.

After what felt like forever, night fell. The guard left the outside of their cell. It was someone else's turn to watch them. Logan assumed that the switch would take about ten minutes, and he had to make it count. He turned to Violet and Cece.