Wet Work
Prologue
As I lay on my back, waiting for "lights out", I couldn't help but wonder about my family and friends. With every fiber of my body I prayed that they had listened when I told them not to come
looking for me. Unfortunately I am almost positive that they would. Especially Zach, I would bet that he would also blame himself for what happened. After all, he was the one who put the
idea of running away in my head. I still forced myself to hold onto the slim chance that they had heeded my word; mostly because I couldn't force myself to think of the alternative. I didn't
want them to end up dead, and if that was bad, I couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like for them if they were captured and treated like an animal, or maybe more like a robot.
I couldn't begin to imagine what it would be like if they were treated like me!
