[A week and a half after being captured]
"Stephen, Lucas, and Ivy never came back. They're probably dead or turned into some monster!" Jackson shouted, biting his nails.
It had been a week since they all had been captured, and so far, three of them had been taken. Every day, they heard screams of horror, cries of pain, and those being experimented on pleading for their lives.
The worst part wasn't knowing who would be next, or even the screams of horror echoing through the dark. It was when the screams stopped. As long as someone cried out, they were still alive. But silence—sudden and absolute—invited the unknown. And the unknown let their minds spiral, conjuring horrors far worse than reality could contain.
"We're gonna die! We're gonna fucking die!" Aaron yelled, clutching his head. Dark circles formed under his eyes as he hadn't slept well at all. His eyes were bloodshot, and who knows what was going on in his slightly broken mind.
