Fiction Friday: Chapter 19

Shelby peeled away the walls around here. She wanted to know where everyone else was. Her room was small and plain with an air mattress, a bottle of water and a weird plastic toilet. It was boring and hard to hear anything from in there.

A single wall separated her from Sierra. In the room next door Shelby could see the layout was essentially like her own room. Her sister wasn't laying in the bed, like Shelby was, she was pacing. She would move the few items around the room and would then strike a pose that told Shelby she was thinking. She looked up at the ceiling and the walls. Thinking. Planning. She moved suddenly hearing something to the other side of the room, like she heard something.

There was a vent on that wall but low to the ground. Crouching on the other side of that wall was Savannah. She had managed to remove the vent on her side and talking Sierra through removing the vent on hers. A few minutes later they pushed their arms through the narrow hole, held hands and planned together. As Savannah talked Sierra looked around, although she couldn't see, to where Shelby was, then to where others were in the building.

Shelby looked from her room to the places Savannah had been directing Sierra. The first was a room quite a bit different than hers. It was down low a giant safe with thick steel and concrete walls and a complex door. Inside the safe was her cousin. Burn marks on the walls told Shelby, Sarah had tried to see if she could free herself. She couldn't. Resigned, she slumped on the floor up against the wall.

The next place pointed was a larger room. Inside Shelby could see both of here parents and Sienna. The we're in a giant hug on a larger, regular bed. Seeing this made Shelby happy. At least some of them were together. She watched as they talked. Something changed in the room as they talked and they suddenly pulled away from each other and started moving. The pulled mattresses off the bed, leaning them on the wall and started pulling the bed frame apart. They would take a piece and try it's heft in their hands. They were getting weapons.

A large office filled the last space Shelby looked. Mr. Li and three others sat around an enormous desk made of a reddish colored wood. In the middle of the desk set the feather. They talked and planned. Mr. Li pointed to a map and then pointed to the big man who had waited by the flex. He was explaining his role in something, but there was no way to know what.

The crash was loud enough it jarred Shelby away from looking that the planning bad guys for a moment. She looked to the room of her parents, thinking that they had bashed the door, but they were still pulling the room apart. She looked to Sarah, but she too had not moved.

A second crash happened. It was a little closer. She looked to the place Savannah and Sierra were at, they were using the large, hard plastic toilets to bash in the doors of their rooms. The doors were splintering and coming apart. Shelby returned to the office were the bad guys had been meeting. They were not there anymore.

They were coming up the stairs and they looked mad.