I laughed hard at the horror I felt just a few seconds ago. I rolled over onto my back and cried in happiness that im still alive. I stood up from the street and looked around. I couldn't find my lantern. Oh, she has a backpack, time to look. I looked in her backpack, a flashlight, batteries, a can of soup, a can opener, and a crowbar. The warm sun rose over the barren wasteland I call home. I watched the sun fully rise into the sky.

A soft, tan hand l spun around, another human. No, it was two humans! I felt a lot of my terror release. It was the western girl I stole from, shit! "Oh, and I forgive you for stealing my only weapon and light source at the time!" she yelled at me, a little spit landing on my face. "Sorry," I look at her, her eyes burned holes in my soul. "I've been watching you, from windows, streets, hell, even behind you!" she laughed at me.

"Shit, thats creepy," I think. "Ok, uh, thats not creepy at all," I say, looking at her body, fucking perfect. Her cowboy hat placed a dark shadow over her hazel eyes, her blonde hair fell down to just below her firm shoulders. "It is, isnt it!" she screamed a me. The other human jogged next to her, both had small figures, most likely faster then me. "Lets get him," the other female said.

Fear flared in my body I dropped the rusty crowbar and backed up to a wall. Facing the two was hard enough, not letting sanity take over was harder. I felt my large fists clench with anger and terror, the vein sticking out like a sore thumb. One walked up and picked me up, I kicked and she threw me onto the wall. I was passing out. A needle was stuck in my arm. The one female looked at my bloody, crumpled mess on the street. Black filled the rims of my vision, my eyes felt heavy. I closed my eyes, welcoming death's cool touch.

I felt relief flood into my brain. I was almost dead. I felt horror flood back in my brain again, I was on a wood table. I looked around, a old metal filing cabinet was marked "sharp objects," and "blunt objects." I looked for a exit, none. The figures walked into the room through a door, letting a little light in, more then the small lamp did. Both of then had on a bloody shirt and jeans. I looked around the room. On the left wall their was dead, torn up bodies hanging on rusty metal hooks. I wanted to get the fuck out, the musty air, and aroma of dead people was enough torture. I looked around more, my arms and legs where strapped down. The old leather was weak, I tried to break out, no use.

I felt tears of horror drip down my cheek. "It's not nice to fall asleep," one laughed, picking up a FUCKING BLOWTORCH! They both put on aprons, "time to cook," the western one laughed, burning my tennis shoes. the melting rubber burned my feet. I screamed, jerking my arms, breaking the leather straps. I smashed the western girl's hand and gripped her tee-shirt, lifting her off the ground. I looked her in her scared, angry eyes. I let anger get the best of me, and I started choking her, the other female got a hammer from the cabinet and smashed my hand, not breaking it. I dropped the western girl, she gasped for air on the ground, I reached for the cabinet and felt the tray on top it. A knife slipped into my hands, I stabbed with all my force, it hit her heart, she looked at me, sadness filled her eyes. "I'll always love you..." her voice trailed off, she fell to the floor, screaming, I looked at the western girl, she had a sludge hammer.

I picked up a scalpel off the tray, and started to cut the leather straps holding me down, she was to close. I threw the scalpel; It bounced off her, only leaving a small cut. I felt the table for more weapons, none. I picked up the tray and threw it at her head, it hit her nose, blood dripped from her nose. She looked at me, kissed my cheek, and aimed the hammer at my head, I closed me eyes, hoping for it to all be over. I realized who they where, the first one was my girlfriend, the second one, her sister. Fuck, I heard a few loud bangs and she fell to the ground with a thud.

Chapter 5

I felt adrenalin pump, my skin was clammy, and my ears rung. I looked up at the door, a rather large man stepped inside, and shined a large flashlight around the room, everything was clearer now. The bloody bodies that hung on the long, sharp hooks impaling their stomach.

The bodies looked fresh. I felt puke form in my stomach. The god damn smell! I looked at his face, thin lips, greasy brown hair, sincere blue eyes, and a thin goatee. He walked over to the bloody, wooden table and cut the leather straps with a sharp knife
and helped me on my feet. I hobbled over to the door, legs aching from god knows what. I got out of the room and looked around the dimly lit hallway. I wanted a light source, hell a glow stick would do! I looked back for the man, but he was next to a hanging dead body, I hobbled back, my large legs aching. I looked at hes large, pudgy face. Tears flowed down his face, like a river, I put my hand on his back, he turned his head to me, and cried, "she was my goddamned sister!"

I felt a almost overwhelming sadness fill my body. The large man stood up and moved with surprising grace to the dead girl with the bloody sludge hammer, picked it up, and slammed it on her face. Blood splattered everywhere. He looked at me with blood thirsty eyes filled with hate and sadness, and walked towards me. "Oh come on!" I scream, "how come everyone wants to kill me?!" I screamed with anger, I picked up the discarded flashlight and ran into the hallway, turning the light on, I was gasping and out of breath. He was no where to be found, thank god! I heard heavy breathing, and footsteps. Oh shit, I need to hide! I looked around, a small door was half open, a small mercury lamp burned the far left corner.

I scurried into the room, leaving the door ajar. I looked around the room with only the small lamp lighting my sight. I tipped toed to the darkest corner of the room, looked around and closed my eyes. I reopened them to a soft, hard to hear voice. "Come out, I wont hurt you..." His voice trailed off to a mumble. I felt my heart pound, it felt like my heart was doing to break out of my chest at any moment, my only thought was, "don't scream." I breathed quietly.

I watched him walk by again. Why was he guarding this door? Shit, he knows im in here! "No, thats just my paranoia, he just happens to be guarding this door," I thought. I needed to get out alive, I looked around the room a little closer. Nothing to use as a effective weapon. I could run for my life, but I have little stamina.

"Their you are!' He screamed at me, he kicked the wooden door open and ran towards me. I ran for the door.