Zoe was scared. She hated to admit it even though no one was around to watch her cry. She was locked in a tiny cell which literally contained just a bunk. No window for Zoe. Her bunk didn't even have blankets and the pillow could have been a piece of metal, for how hard it was.
She knew the rest of the team was probably up to their eyes in worry, but she couldn't help but doubt it sometimes.
No-one would miss her except them she realised sadly. And even they would recover eventually. Sure they might still mourn her once in a while but she was never going to really matter.
She heard footsteps pause outside her door. Then the cell door was pushed open, the metal bottom scraping the floor and producing a horrible sound.
Dan lay on the bunk, thinking. He thought of his home, his family, and his friends. He wondered if he'd ever see any of them again. He thought long and hard over the possibility of Zoe being in the van too after remembering seeing that flash of fiery locks and worried about her.
As he heard thick, heavy boots walk down the corridor outside, he waited for them to pass. However, they stopped outside his cell and to be fair, he was rather dismayed. He hadn't finished thinking yet.
It took him a while to realise that they had stopped because of whoever was in the opposite cell.
As the huge man walked menacingly towards Zoe, she attempted to hold in her pleas for help. If she was going to die, she would prefer to do so with some dignity, thank you very much. But as he got nearer, she couldn't help but utter a cry, hoping someone would hear. And someone did.
Dan's ears registered a cry and before he even knew what was happening, he was rushing to the cell door and his eyes confirmed what he didn't want to believe. Zoe was the poor soul in the cell opposite and a guard was closing in on her with increasing pace. Our eyes connected as I tried my hardest to unlock the door but it was impossible. I tried to mouth that I loved her but before I could the guard covered her from view and I heard several bloodcurdling screams. I stood my ground even though I wanted to curl up on the floor and cover my ears, just so I could see if she was okay when the guard left.
The guard was getting too close for my liking and it was starting to freak me out. I looked around wildly for a weapon and that was when my eyes connected with Dan's. But he couldn't help me; he was locked up in his own cell. Our connection was cut off by the guard's beefy arm and then he started punching and kicking me. I screamed for all I was worth but the sedative had really taken it out of me and I just couldn't fight back effectively. Eventually I entered the sweet, sweet realm of blackness.
The screaming stopped, and my heart stopped with it. I was so scared she was dead! But then I saw the guard dragging an unconscious and battered Zoe out of her cell. I felt sick to my stomach when I saw her. She was bleeding through a gash on her head and she seemed to have blood rapidly multiplying in a stain on her top but I didn't know where that was coming from. Her face was already starting to bloom with dark bruises and her hair was dishevelled and matting with the blood. I strained to keep her in my view but as the guard took her to an unknown destination, she escaped my line of sight and I went back to my bunk.
