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"Let go," I whisper, trying to untangle myself, but their clutch is too tight, and I have no choice but to be dragged by them; leaving Josh and Brett inside, and behind.
"AFTER HER!! THE GIRLL!! UNKNOWN!! GET HERR!!" I hear Brett yell, he sounds like he has just won a bloody fight.
That means..."JOSH!!" I let out a yell, and find people who are running and shoving past each other to share glances and then at me.
"Don't say his name," The person holding my wrist, hisses at me. "He is fine, but he won't be if you yell like that,"
I raise my eyebrow. "What? That doesn't make any sense,"
"Everything will make sense," He whispers, coming into the light, to show his face. "Time will reveal everything,"
"Dylan?"
A grin takes over his face. "How did you know it was me?" I can find us both coming to a stop from all that running.
"Maybe because you always give weird advices like that," A laugh escapes my mouth, and even though we are standing in the middle of the hallway- which will decide whether we die or not; I feel calm.
Children, adults, workers are all running; they are all prisoners trapped in this cage thirsty for death death.
But me and Dylan are just standing in the middle, with two rooms opposite sides to us. One from where we ran from, and where others are coming from, and then other is the exit: to our safety.
We are so close to your exit, our freedom; that one room, just a few footsteps away from us.
Instead we choose to stand here, and wait. But wait for what? Death? Freedom? Liberty? None of those but: The end.
The end of everything. The end of these problems. And maybe even the end of our lives.
"Why did we stop?" I ask, trying to examine Dylan's eyes again, which are ever so lush green at this point, filled with new sensitive orange and auburn colours, his eyes were turning from a new spring's green to a more autumn.
He smiles, and then takes my wrist again, while looking into my boring aqua blue eyes. "I want to know something," Dylan whispers.
I squint my eyes. What kind of a question could be more important than our lives at risk at this point and specific moment of time? "What?" I ask, making sure that Brett and his group (or workers, I should say) aren't running there way towards us, ready to kill.
"When you were talking about your mother with Sirois; Do you think everything with his and your mother is true?"
"What? What are you talking about?" I ask, now I'm really confused. Right now, I just wanna reach that door and get out of here, safely. I don't want to die.
Am I being selfish?...No. I'm not. Life has been selfish to me. Taking everyone I know away from me. Everything. Everyone. And I don't want to be like them. I don't want to die.
The only two people I can trust at this point is Josh and Dylan. But who knows? They can be taken away from me as well.
I haven't heard about Josh...Just hope he is okay. I had to leave him. With Brett. To fight. And so far, it seems as if it was Brett that won the fight. No...No.. Josh is okay. He is. Seriously. He is. Calm down, Unknown. Josh is okay.
"Unknown...Unknown...UNKNOWN!" Dylan waving his hand in front of my face to attempt to get me back to reality was failing until he yelled my name in my face.
"Huh? Yeah?" I whisper, still trying to make out everything. "Yeah, I guess it was, but he just didn't want to admit it," I'm staring desperately at the door. Waiting for the moment we will run and get out of this place, to our safety.
Thats it!
"Come, let's go!" I grab Dylan's arm and push my way through the never ending crowds; and soon make my way out, outside, to freedom, to a safe, secure place.
"Why did you drag us out?!" Dylan is yelling at me. But why?
"Because I don't want us to die!" I shout back, flapping my arms to show the sunny day; where we're safe.
His eyes are dark and angry. "You will never be safe here," Dylan's voice is deep and commanding. "This is not an exit, it's a death field," His head motions up, where my eyes turn to as well.
For a second, I thought I was meant to be looking at the sky. But no. There was something worse.
Just above us; on the rooftops of this palace like building, which was surrounding us in a circle; were men. Men standing, armed with guns, pointing down at us.
It takes me a minute to realise that we've just been trapped. All of us. This was meant to be an exit but it lead us straight to our deaths.
There is a rotting smell of blood, and I see the corpses, rotting in the sun's heat. I feel sick.
"Where..?" I stop talking because there is no point.
This is like one of those gladiator fields (amphitheatres) from the Roman times. Where the gladiator would fight for his life in those amphitheatres.
Brett was standing at the rooftop, ready with his gun, aimed towards me.
This is going to be a bloodthirsty fight.

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