Joel looked around the enormous building. It wasn't some abandoned warehouse or prison like he thought; it was a water treatment facility. It was an absolutely huge facility. Joel didn't know what to do. He was standing in a big open space and he looked to his left and to his right and saw four large rooms, two on each side of the building. Joel ran to a wall that was near one of the rooms and looked at a map of the building. There were eight sectors total, four on each floor.
Dammit. Where could she be? Joel thought. He ran to Sector A and burst open the door.
"Ellie!" he screamed. But, he didn't see Ellie. He saw another young small girl. She looked to be only 12. She turned and gawked at him. She had sunken in eyes and had a piece of cloth in her mouth to keep her from communicating. She had barely any clothes on and was chained to the wall. Joel felt like he was going to be sick.
Suddenly, a large man shoved Joel to the ground and injected a serum into Joel causing him to go unconscious immediately.
Joel awoke in a very dimly lit room. The lights casted an eerie green light all around the room. It seemed more like a prison cell. He was still in a groggy state and tried to process where he was.
"Ugh. Ellie?" He asked not realizing that he was still in the treatment facility. Joel looked around the room then recognized that he was tied to a chair.
"Ellie!" he screamed louder.
The big metal door to the room opened and a tall, young man with dark hair walked in.
"Hello. You must be Joel, am I right? I'm Dylan," the man said in a calm voice.
Joel squinted his eyes. "How the hell do you know my name?"
Dylan laughed. "My men, uh, heard that little girl shout out your name when we were carryin' her away. We kinda figured you'd be comin' back for her. You don't have to worry 'bout her though. She'll be all taken care of," he smiled.
Joel made direct eye contact. "What the hell does that mean?"
"I mean she's in good hands. If you just leave now, she won't be any more trouble for you and we won't give you any more trouble. Sound good?"
Joel's face went extremely dark. "Fuck you," he growled.
Dylan's face fell. "Now, Joel. You don't want to do this. I suggest you just walk away. She'll be put to good use. Trust me."
A loud scream came from the second floor above them. It sounded like…
Joel looked at Dylan. "Let her go!"
To be honest, this was the first time in a long time that Joel had been scared. He's run out of ideas. How the hell was he going to rescue Ellie? He was fucking hopeless.
Dylan sighed. "All right. I guess we'll have to keep you here a little bit longer until we can figure out what to do with you," he said nonchalantly, giving up. He walked up to the metal door and slammed it shut.
Joel started to fidget in his chair. He was trying to see if he could undo the zip ties that they tied him up in. He then heard more screams coming from upstairs.
Goddammit! Joel thought. He reached in his back pocket and moved his hand around until he felt the cold metal of Ellie's pocketknife. After 30 seconds of trying to open the pocketknife, he heard even more screams coming from upstairs. Joel started to panic.
I'm comin', Ellie. I'm comin'.
Joel finally got the switchblade open and started to quickly saw through the zip ties until he broke free. He got up and searched around the room for more weapons he could use. Then, he heard more of the horrific screams from upstairs.
Okay guys! This chapters was kinda hard for me to write, but it's going to be NOTHING compared to what happens next...