Okay, so I'm still figuring out exactly how I want this story to go. I have an overall idea and i know how I want it to end. It's just that connecting middle part I need to figure out still. What do you guys think so far though? I know it isn't much. The middle I'm thinking is mostly going to be Max seeing a counselor and doing a bunch of flash back type scenes.
It started off as any simple night. I went to a party with a friend, friend got drunk and wandered off and I went searching for her. I had told people where we were, I had told people I went in search of Emily. I had taken all the precautions by telling someone if we weren't back in a certain amount of time to come look for us. None of that matters though if you're taken somewhere you've never been before with no way of calling for help because everything's in a different language.
We were followed by a truck, at first we didn't think anything of it but then we started walking more in the tree line. What we didn't know was that they expected that. We were so busy watching the truck behind us, we didn't notice the guys that snuck up beside us until we had rags over our mouths.
We woke up in a warehouse. One of those giant ones where they store the cargo containers you see on ships. Random lights swung here and there and there was a group of maybe twenty of us. There was a table directly under one of the lights with a phone for each of us and a paper with instructions in the middle.
You'll have three hours to think of a number to call. Then twenty minutes in which the phones will turn on, after the twenty minutes are up the phone will shut off automatically only to restart the three hour timer. We suggest you think of a number, those three hours will be anything but pleasant. Good luck -Darwins"
"Who the fuck are the Darwins?" I look up to see one of the guys I hadn't met before staring at the sign. "Darwin? As in Natural Selection Charles Darwin?" Another guy looks at him like one would look at the dumb blonde in a horror movie.
"So where did they grab you?" A girl to my left with bright blonde hair and startling blue eyes is looking at me. She looks maybe 15 but her scared expression makes her appear younger. "I was looking for my friend. She wandered off from our group. I got snatched from behind after a truck was following me." We go around the room explaining how we all ended up here. The blonde girl, named Angel, was taken from work while taking out the trash. The guy who didn't know Darwin, Chris, was taken while running drills on a football field and the one who responded to him, Mike, was taken after dropping off his girlfriend. The rest of the room either doesn't speak English or has already run off and are trying all the doors.
Mike is in the middle of trying to turn on all the phones when a loud alarm like buzzer goes off. All the regular lights shut off and a red flashing one comes on, plunging us into darkness every other second and then glowing red. "WHAT'S HAPPENING?" Angel is covering both ears and crouching under the table all the phones are on. I crouch down next to her to try and pull her out right as doors straight in front of us bust open and at least ten men come running out in full riot gear. Mike and Chris lock eyes before one each grabbing Angel and I and dragging us to our feet and down the nearest hallway.
We hide behind the closest container and peak around the corner. "This must be the start of the first three hours." Mike shouts in our ears. Watching the men, they slowly walk forward towards the table. Another one of the kids that had been in the group sprints out from behind a cargo container and makes a beeline for the door they had come out of. Right as he's within ten feet, several red dots appear all over his back. Before I have time to process what they are, his body is lying face down on the ground, a pool of blood slowly spreading out around his body and the holes now piercing his back.
"Oh my god, oh my god. They have guns. They just killed that kid. Holy shit you guys. Holy fuck" Chris drops to his knees and starts rocking back and forth, hands over his head and a deer in the headlights look. Right as Mike is about to pull him to his feet and shake him out of it, all our phones buzz in our hands. Glancing down in the panic of everything I look up at Mike and show him my screen.
2 hours 58 minutes: Darwins 1, targets 19
His face pales, "They're hunting us down one by one..."
