I am pushed from behind, down a cold dark hallway. The sound of my footsteps echoes all around us as we walk. I have a gun press to my back and my hand tied. I had no idea how to get out of this one. They searched me and took all my weapons before they brought me to block. The first time in over 7 years that I've gotten caught for stealing food. Luckily I don't think they know who I am.
The block was a jail known for its horrid way of torture.I've heard stories of what happens here on a day-to-day basis. they leave people up on the square shape roof for days on end, hence the nickname the die of starvation while others might be killed by the elements or by each other. ending up in here is a death sentence.I need to find a way out and fast.
one of the trackers pushes me into another hallway, this one lined with cells filled with people. Some of the cells are overcrowded, filled with men, women, and children. .The smell of rotting and other disgusting things makes me gag, it is horrible here. I need to get out, I don't want to stay a moment longer
"Hey, there sweet cheeks" a man calls to me. I rolled my eyes and kept my eyes in front, trying to think of a way to escape. Some of the other men join in whistling and saying other cat calls. The women and children were begging for help but I didn't know why they thought I could.
the tracker behind me pushes me forward, making me almost fall on my face but I quickly regain my balance. turning quickly and smoothly remembering what my father had taught me before he died. I hooked the trackers legs making him trip and fall. I broke the ropes around my wrist and quickly turned to run away.
Then I remember the gun the tracker had. I quickly turn and grab it at the same time as the tracker. We struggle with each other, pulling it back and forth. With him on the ground I had the advantage, I kick at his knuckles until he cried in pain and let's go. I quickly move away from him and shoot. It hit him right in the shoulder. He gripes where the bullet hit and cries out in pain as I bend down and search him for my knives.
"Please don't hurt me" the tracker wails
"Oh shut up," I said.
Cheering came from the cells as I find the keys. Without a second thought, I throw them at the women who cried for my help. With her shaking hands, she unlocks her cell and pushes the kids out. She smiles at me as she passes the keys on to the next cell. I don't know how far they will get but at least they had a shot at freedom. I finally find my knives and run for it.
I run back the way I came. As I turn a corner, I slam into someone and I fly backward landing on my back with a thud.
I quickly stand up and run back. Ducking behind the corner just as a bullet hits the wall barely missing my head. I press my back up against the wall breathing hard, heart and my mind racing. I carefully look around the corner and see the tracker coming closer. I grip the gun and spun out into the hallway and shoot.
The sound echoes through the hallway. The guard hits the ground and the bullet misses. Before he could regain his bearing I shoot again, this time hitting him in the chest. I continue down the hallway stepping over the tracker body. I have no trouble killing trackers, they took my family away from me and they are the reason the world has gone to shit.
I found the door that I was push through only I couple of minutes ago. I raise my gun and pushed open the door. The sunlight burns my eyes, it takes me a couple of seconds to adjust. The sound of yelling and running feet rings through my ears. It was mayhem, bullets, knives, and arrows were flying.
Hunter and trackers were in place to help keep the bloodshot disease at bay. Yeah right, all they were doing was locking us up and starving us to death.
As I looked around I spot a car, my eyes widen. I haven't seen a car in years; cars were now reserved for hunters and trackers. I make a b-line for the car pushing people and trackers out of my way. I had to get to the car. Bullets buzz passed my ear and another one hits me in my shoulder.i cry out pain but continue to move. I have to make it no matter what.
just then everyone stops, it was quiet and ran back toward the building. I stop to see what was going on. At the edge of the forest that surrounds the block was a wave of blood shots. They must have heard the noise or worst the trackers had set them on us. They move quickly towards us. Some had mouths dripping with blood. They stared hungrily at us with their bloodshot eyes.
I moved quickly through the crowd of scared people.I finally make it to the car and throw myself in it. I scrambled to close the door but just as I was about to close it someone grabs a hold of the door and tries to yank it open as I try and close it. Finally, one last pull before I lose my grip I closed the door and fumbled for the lock. The man bangs and bangs on the window. Yelling, I don't want to take any chances, the man might be infected, want to use me for my healing or kill me. I was shaking that was too close.
I quickly hop into the driver side. I quickly checked everywhere for the keys, but I can't find anything.
"Damn it," I said banging my head on the steering wheel. Then an idea comes to mind, I could hot wire it. I don't know how but its worth a shot, I had seen my friends do when I was younger. I spend a couple of minutes trying it while more people banged on the car's windows. It wouldn't be long before the window break. I tried one more time praying it would work.
To my surprise, the car starts. "Yes," I put the car into gear and press on the gas. It was hard trying to keep to car straight, it was my first time driving.
"You couldn't drive any smoother," A voice said coming from the back seat.
I slam on the breaks and point my guns in the back seat.
"Who the hell are you.?"
A boy about my age maybe a year older or two, sits up with his hands raise. He is good-looking with bright blue eyes, messy brown hair. He has a nervous look in his eye but a crooked smile on his face.
"I'm not a tracker if you're wondering," he said
I glare at him and open my mouth to say something when out of nowhere something slammed into the car.
"What the hell was that." I said as I turn my head
"bloodshots" the boy said with wide-eyed
I looked at him Dumbfounded. "What are you doing drive" I blinked, snapping out of my stare. I quickly turned around as the boy slid into the seat next to me. I pressed on the gas again and drove as quickly as I could, Leaving the bloodshot and screaming people behind. I didn't know what to do about the boy who came from the backseat could I trust him and who was he.