The ventilations were dust infested, not to mention small. Lindsay found it hard to breath in the musty air. Her body hardly made it around the corners. Along with its limited space, it was extremely cold. Misty was smaller than her, making her crawl much easier. Lindsay though, had to pace herself to keep up with Misty.

"Where are we going?" Misty asked.

"We need to get to the fire escapes." Lindsay answered.

"Ok, they're on the east side of the building." Misty said.

"Can you get us there?" Lindsay asked.

"I think so." Misty answered.

Lindsay nodded. Small puffs of fog emerged from her lips. "Why's it so cold in here?"

"Lucas never got to the heating. It was next after the exits were finished." Misty explained.

Lindsay's hip hit a sharp corner, stabbing at her back. Lindsay grit her teeth, groaning in pain. Misty stopped and turned around. "Keep going."

"You can't keep going like this." Misty said.

"I'm alright, misty. Just keep going." Lindsay ordered.

Misty looked ahead of them. "I see another vent cover. I'm going to get you something to cover your back."

"No. We don't have time." Lindsay said. She stopped crawling and pulled out the phone Misty had given her.

"What are you doing?" Misty asked.

"Making a call." Lindsay answered. She dialed quickly. Her fingers trembled, hardly pressing the buttons on the phone. Lindsay brought the phone to her ear and waited through the dial tone.

"Taylor"

"Mac." Lindsay said.

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"Mac." Mac's head shot up hearing Lindsay's voice. She sounded shaken, in pain, scared.

"Lindsay." Mac breathed.

Danny's head shot up from the monitors, his eyes wide in surprise.

"Lindsay talk to me, are you alright?" Mac asked.

"For the most part. Tell Flack I found Misty Haze. We're in the ventilation system of the apartments." Lindsay said.

Mac turned to the monitors. "Alright, we've got you on inferred Lindsay. Are either of you injured? Flack mention he saw blood."

Mac heard the hesitance in her voice. "Yeah Mac. I…I got hit."

Mac frowned.

"What? What's goin' on Mac?" Danny asked.

"Lindsay's been hit." Mac explained. Danny looked away shocked. "Lindsay, I'm passing you to Danny, alright? We're working on how to get you out of there." Mac said. He passed the phone to Danny.

"Danny?" Lindsay asked.

"You got it, Montana. How you holdin' up?" Danny asked. He was relieved to hear her voice. However, she sounded strange.

"I've been better, Danny." Lindsay answered.

"I bet you have Monroe." Danny said. He glanced over at Mac. "Hey Linds, ya think you could give us a clue where in the apartment you are?"

"Possibly." Lindsay answered.

Danny could hear whispering on the other end.

"Misty says we're on the third floor. West side. We're trying to head to the east side." Lindsay explained.

Danny snapped his fingers to Sherman. "Find the ventilation maps."

Sherman nodded and flipped through the maps. Searching for the right one.

"Anything else Lindsay? Room number? Vent number?" Danny asked.

"Hang on, Misty's going to look." Lindsay replied.

Danny waited through the agonizing minutes. Sherman had flipped up the vent system on the third floor.

"We're across from room three fifteen." Lindsay said.

"Three fifteen, Sherm." Danny said.

Sherman's head shot down to the plans. His hand scanned across the map and stopped. "Here they are."

Danny checked the map. "Alright Linds, it looks like you're only twenty feet from the stairs and thirty from the fire escapes."

Lindsay did not respond.

"Lindsay?" Danny asked.

Still nothing.

"C'mon Linds, this ain't funny." Danny said.

Gunshots broke out on the other end. Danny's head shot up as he heard them outside. He could hear Lindsay screaming on the other end.

"Lindsay!!" Danny yelled.

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sorry for the short chapters, still trying to get back into writing.

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