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You wake up. It’s dark. Not even a single spark of light. Your head aches. You can’t remember where you are nor how you got here. The one thing you know for certain is that you will die in this freezing cold if you stay here any longer. You're pulling yourself up and instantly feel dizzy. The pain in your head intensifies. With every heartbeat the pressure in your head increases. You can’t stay here any longer. You must start moving. To find shelter. To survive.

In the distance you hear voices you wonder who they are and what they are saying. Why are you here with a pounding head? I know I need to move and find shelter but I still can't see anything. Maybe there's a flashlight in my backpack... I take it off and start searching. I think I feel one. I take it out and try turning it on. At first it doesnt do anything but after some rearranging of the batteries it finally turns on. Now i can at least see my closer surroundings. I think I spotted an old barn in the distance. I need to get there. Quick. I think the voices come closer. I slowly start to wriggle towards the barn. I try to hear what the voices are saying but it's all mumbled,

as I am still feeling the remaining headache. God, not even adrenaline can keep the fatigue at bay and the darkness solemly creeps around, bearing itself deeper and deeper and crytalizing into a single thought. 'What, if I never make it, and the voices get me.' Almost in a trance my body lunges for the ground, as if it recognizes the grass and dirt a million times over. They, the unknowns, are only a few feet away now, and I don't dare to even form a single thought, much less breath it out, as complete fear takes over. "Have you got the money Chris?" One voice threatens. In that moment something grabs my leg, and I let out a piercing scream. Well, duck.

I try to scream. Hel.. Bam. I take a punch to the face. Next moment i get my mouth covered. My hands tied. And another punch to the chest. I cannot even react to what is happening. Two figures grab me and toss me onto the bed of a truck. Steal on bone. Ouch. Then nothing. No word spoken. No sound made. What are they waiting for? They got me right? Why are they not driving off?