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Dark World 4: Taken

Chapter 2:

INGRID'S POV

Zane shut the hatch above us and locked it. I heard it snap and then the groaning of the ships interior. We hunkered down the hallway into the kitchen. I locked that door as well and then looked around at everyone. Myka looked out the small porthole window and scanned the outside. She looked back with a worried face.

"Something is out there." She said.

I bit my fingernails and kicked the wall with my foot. I was thirty-eight, I shouldn't have to deal with these things. Shawna was busy tapping her foot while she sat down in the booth around the lone table. I looked around and tried to think of something to do. After all we had been through the un-known was the scariest. We really could have been in South America where zombies were still active. Now we would have to get out of here alive. I prayed we were in the Congo. At least it would be safer there.

"Did you hear that?" Steve asked.

"What?" Shawna stood up.

"Shush…" Steve whispered.

It quieted down and we listened. I heard the familiar footsteps of people onto the boat. It sounded like people were whispering above us in another language. I opened the door and shut the hall lights off. Then I turned off the kitchen lights. We were plunged into darkness. Shawna gasped.

"Everyone, shut up." I said.

It quieted down and we heard bangs against the hatch door in the ceiling. I held my breath and felt the warmness of the jungle float around me. It was damp in there also.

My heart slowed down as I heard the hatch slowly open from above. There were slow footsteps ushering downward the stairs.

Stomp, Stomp, Stomp.

They were level with us. I could hear their whispers moving down the halls. They shuffled through doors and pulled several open. Then I felt the door handle shake on the kitchen door. There were foreign shouts and then the footsteps went back up the stairs and the hatch shut. I flipped the light on and looked to the others.

"What the hell was that?" I asked.

"Natives," Zane said. "We need to move out of here as quick as possible."

"We need to wait until morning at least," Myka said.

"What if they come back?" Zane pointed out.

"We'll sleep here tonight, Then in the morning we'll get the hell out of here. Someone needs to stay up and be sentry though. Maybe two hour shifts until morning." I said.

"That's…Actually a good idea." Steve said. "How did you think of that?"

"When Luke was with Annie they use to have sentries at the station. When they got back and we were all still nervous Clay and Luke would be sentries while I slept." I said.

"Makes sense." Jack said. "I'll be first sentry."

"No, I will. It was my idea, it's only fair." I said.

"Then second," Jack said.

"Deal." I said. "Now go to sleep."

They all muttered and eventually drifted off to sleep. I looked over them in the light and then shut the light off. I didn't want to attract the entire jungle with the lights shining off outside the window. Soon their snoring put me off. I sighed and sat down on the ground next to the door. I heard the jungle noises fill the air.

SHAWNA'S POV

"Ingrid, you should have waked me up." Jack said.

It roused me up from my slumber. I saw Ingrid drowsily yawn and nod her head.

"You guys were just so peaceful," Ingrid said.

I yawned and got up from the booth. Outside the jungle light was shining back into the boat. I remembered seeing the strange native's face. The blood and albino skin. It was horribly nerve shredding.

"Go to sleep, we'll get the boat running." Zane said.

Ingrid nodded and walked over to the booth I was at.

"Hey Shawna, sleep good?" She said sleepily.

"Yeah, Great." I laughed.

She smiled faintly and slept. I smiled at her while sleeping. She had lost so much in the past few months. She lost one of her sons, her daughter in-law, her friends, her husband and her husband's savior. She was tough I'll give her that.

Zane walked of with Jack and Myka. I sat back in the kitchen/dining room with Steve.

"What do we do?" I asked.

"Go up and look at the main deck?" He asked.

I nodded.

I saw Jack and Zane slip off into the engine room and Myka into the separate room with several papers. Steve and I took to the stairs and I thought about the natives sneaking onto the boat from these. Their blood soaked faces and tribal staffs. We were in deep trouble.

I opened the hatch and we surfaced into the little room containing controls and the steering wheel. I saw it better in the jungle daylight. Outside I saw the serene jungle sides. We were in a small out cove with jungle surrounding every side of the boat except the exit. Then it was a vast river stretching as far as I could see. This was a jungle people died in. A jungle peopled got lost in. I was worried for us all.

"At least they had the decency to shut the door," Steve said.

I looked over and saw the door that they had to of come through was pulled shut. He opened it a little and the jungle noises filled the room. I heard monkeys crying and birds chirping. Bugs buzzed past and fought with each other. It was a little was of nature out there. I couldn't see anything that said the natives were out there and I took a step out. I heard Jack and Zane yelling about the engine and several engine noises started to sound. The boat must have been quite old from the noises coming from it. But the outside seemed to only be ten years old or more. It was fairly new when it was last used.

"Steve, What if the people who kidnapped us put us here so the engine wouldn't start?" I asked.

"Like…to make sure we never left?" He asked.

"Exactly," I looked into his eyes.

I bit my cheek and sighed. Why were we kidnapped? Had we done something to get us in trouble? Maybe the taxi driver from India was still angry at us. No, that couldn't be it.

"Shawna move," Steve pulled me inside.

I fell onto the floor of the small room and saw a native jump down in front of the door. I swung it shut and put my bodies pressure against it. He pushed and pushed.

"Zane, HURRY UP!" I screamed.

"Why? What's wrong?" He called.

"They're here!" I said.

Steve looked up at the native in horror. I looked up and saw this native was eyeless. He had deep pockets of blackness. I screamed and locked the door. I shut my eyes and prayed it didn't try anything. I looked back up and saw him looking at the door curiously. Thinking, What is this thing blocking my path?

I shut my eyes and saw Steve bury his head in his lap. Please, Go away. Please go away, just leave us alone.

I looked back and saw the native had gone.

"What the hell was that?" I asked.

"That…Wasn't a native." Steve said. "It was something else."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means that…" He breathed out. "It means something else is in the jungle. It means that the plague might have mutated these people. Shawna, I think we're in South America."

"The Amazon?" I asked horrified.

"The Amazon," he repeated.

"Oh my god," I let my head hit the back of the door.

There was a clang as it hit.

South America was one of the places we hadn't had enough time to cure. It had been a place that was still infected if it was…No one knew for sure. Until now. If we were in the Amazon…Then we were in bigger trouble than we thought. We were in deadly peril.

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