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Ch. 6
Jack strained his ear against the splintery wood of his room's door. Men he didn't recognize had just delivered lunch. He hadn't through until now, a day later, to attempt to hear their departing conversation, in order to catch possible clues that would aid an escape. It's something Dave would think to do. I just gotta keep thinking like Dave, and I'll get outta here.
Suppressing his thoughts, as they distracted him, Jack leaned harder against the door, holding his breath.
"…just gotta get food to the other one, then we're done." A gruff voice echoed just into Jack's reach.
"Mm, can't wait," the other huffed. "I don't like this business. Just a homeless kid I don't mind, but I heard the other's got a family…" The voices faded from Jack's hearing range. The information they provided twisted a socket, draining the hope Jack had built up in the last 24 hours from his body. He sunk to the floor, his face worn and weary in his trembling hands. "Dave's here. Out there, they don't got Dave…"
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If he didn't attempt to move much, David could focus on his surroundings. A part of him insisted that he gather information to assist in an escape. That part of him felt increasingly fuzzy and distant, as it floated away.
Blinking several times, hoping the action would hold at bay the effects from the warm, wet stickiness slowly seeping into his curls, David tried to concentrate.
We get food. Three times a day. Brought by two big men…rally…when's the rally? Have to be at the rally…two days? Tomorrow? Trapped…Pulitzer?
Pulling his knees to his chest, David clung to his body. The walls seemed much closer than they had the day before.
