Authors notes: what's up people? another chapter up dated
Sam peaked an eye open heavily and glared as the sun's rays of light continued to fall upon him. Deciding that he was no longer able to sleep, he lazily turned over and a smile reached his lips when he came face to face with Carly. Carly was beautiful in his eyes. She had long, curvy blond hair, which framed her young face, a pair of full lips and the cleanest skin he'd ever seen. She lay on her stomach, her hair frayed over the pillow, her breathing even. Smiling again, Sam kissed her forehead and rolled out of the low bed stretching. He made his way over to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and as he waited for the kettle to stop boiling, he spotted something out of the window. One of the doors to the garage stood wide open, the other closed, and Sam's eyes widened quickly.
Sam left the kettle boiling and headed downstairs to the front door, thinking that one of them perhaps had forgotten to close it properly and the wind had blown it open. He jogged to the slight alleyway, shivering under the slight cool breeze in the air, and finally reached the door. Only to give a shriek and fall back on his ass at the sight of the two horses that stood in front of his car.
"How the hell did you get here?" he said beginning to panic, "How the hell did two horses end up in my garage?"
Sam sprang to his feet and was about to run inside, when he heard a soft groan that didn't come from the animals at the door. He chanced it and pulled the male stallion out by the reins, before he walked inside and manuvered around the car, only to come to a standstill. On the floor laid three kids, two teenage twins and a toddler, fast asleep on the floor. Their chests barley moved and their skin was pale, their lips bluish. He raked his eyes over their still forms, taking in how their clothes were torn and dirty, but bare of any shoes. Wounds were scraped across their bodies and the eldest boy had plenty of bruises of his own covering his skin. Sam moved again to crouch next to the girl's and gently felt for a pulse. There was one and Sam's brows frowned at how cold her skin felt. The little boy coughed in his sleep rolled over under the girl's arm, and all three of them shivered slightly.
He rose to his feet and sprinted out of the garage and back into the apartment.
"Carly!" Sam yelled jolting the twenty-one year old with a start.
"What Sam?" she replied quickly springing out of the bed, throwing on some clothes.
"Come look at this," he grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the garage, hearing her gasp when she saw the three injured youths, still unconsous on the cold floor.