HeY! Sorry for the wait, but I am finally in a writing mode so let's continue shall we?

P.S. So I use this site for my rough drafts and stuff, so if you see a similar story on fictionpress by the user Torches: IT IS NOT COPIED, it is a FINAL COPY.

Oh and about last year, do you remember a story called 2999? Doubt it, but it had a lot of reviews. Well I am the same author that wrote that. I think my name was waterbottle1 or something. Well I am bringing the 2999 trilogy back and it will be slightly different and better written, considering I kind of grown as a writer. So yes, 2999 will be back soon!

Chapter Three

We're the keepers,
While we sleep in America.
Our house is burning down,
Our house is burning…...
-The Keepers by Santigold

As the ride continued, I was able to realize how scared I actually was. What if they tortured me? What if they killed me? What if I was just over thinking this?

I tried calming myself down, but once the car stopped I felt terrified all over again. I noticed that we stopped in front of Rile's Rice Factory. A factory; how clique.

"Drew, get her to Fitz, I'm going to park the truck." The boy with the icy stare commanded the one in the passenger seat.

The buff boy nodded and walked around to my door, opened it, and took the rope that held my ankles off and dragged me out by the rope that tightly held my wrists. I hissed in pain as he yanked me along, but his grip only got tighter as we walked.

Behind me, I could hear the truck leave to who-knows-where.

I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. I couldn't make a sound anyway; I was terrified to the point where I was nauseated. That and my mouth was gagged.

We walked through the wide, but guarded parking lot. A tall chain linked fence surrounded the parking lot and haggard looking people stood behind it yelling and crying. Some were attempting to climb over the fence, but were shot down by guards dressed in black t-shirts and jeans- like the driver and Drew.

I gaped at how easily they could kill these people! They did it without flinching. How?

"Consider yourself lucky." Drew whispered in my ear. The way he said it made me feel uneasy.

We finally made it through the parking lot and walked through an opened garage door. Inside, it was wide and spacious. It was probably where they kept the trucks because there was no ceiling and the ground was hard packed dirt.

Drew led me to a closed, rusty garage door. Beside it, was a young boy about my age, who sat slouched on a paint bucket.

"Congratulations, you win the job of watching her." Drew mocked, shoving my wrists out towards the boy, and then walking away.

The boy watched him walk away and then he let go of my wrists. He then opened the garage door that revealed a dark room. This small gesture confused me. He actually trusted me not to run away? Well this place was filled with watching guns.

The boy grabbed the rope that held my wrists and untied them. He took out a pocket knife and cut the gag over my mouth then led me to the dark garage.

When I was in, he flipped a light switch and closed the garage door, leaving me alone with cardboard boxes.

The light bulb offered little light but it sufficed. I was able to see most of my surroundings, though there wasn't much to see. The room was filled with mouse eaten boxes and paint buckets.

It was also really cold.

Luckily, I traded my leather jacket for my denim earlier this morning. So I wedged my butt in one of the corners of the garage and tightly hugged the jacket around me.

By the looks of it, The University of Arizona would have to wait.

I'm thinking this story my end up to be a trilogy or a series…. Not sure.

Review my minions! Then I shall give you free pugs named unicorn!