07-15-2016, 08:32 AM
There was a cacophony of pained groans and rattling chains. The air dry, those who breathed feeling nothing through their lungs. Plenty would begin coughing after attempting to get a gulp of the foul air- only spreading around the feeling of disgust that none could escape. The truck's container was filled to the brim with people, anyone who wasn't taller than the average height was lost in the crowd, the same went for the recently deceased laying on the floor. Even worse was that they were all chained together, unable to escape not only their captors, but any of the dead as well. The few flies that had made it inside were already pecking at the corpses or the dying, dispersing once the truck hit a bump before all flooding back into the exposed wounds of the bodies.
Above then was the chains in which bandits utilized to get around above the crowd, the chains themselves attached to the container's walls, going from one edge of the doorway, going all around the container and ending up on the other edge. There were four of the bandits, all wearing gasmasks as they kept firm grasps on the chains, crawling about while making sure they kept a good distance away from the prisoners. Only one of them had their rifle equipped, he was at the front of the container, having his arm tucked around the high above chain while having the rifle pointed at the captives. With a single pull of the trigger he could kill someone, he didn't even need to aim at all with how the prisoners were all packed right next to each other, like a sea of flesh that swayed every time the truck made a turn along the open desert. And this was all kept with a single dimly lit light, a pure red, the blood easily merging with the light, making it hard to tell if one was bleeding when they had only a mere cut.
Jeff was only one of many in this container. He, like many, remained quiet as the hum of the engines, as well as sound of the sick and dying went on around them. He lifted his hands to his face, looking at the bloodied cuffs that wrapped around his wrists. Tensing up, the human attempted to break apart the cuffs with each arm pulling in an opposite direction, pushing the two other exhausted prisoners with little care for them. After a uneventful twenty seconds, he gave up, lowering his hands back down with a sigh of frustration as his eyes closed, the two prisoners easing back into place. Breathing in slowly before repeating his sigh once more. Then he heard muttering.
It sounded more like insane ramblings, but that could be explained by the fact he didn't understand the language. The person behind him was speaking incoherently, becoming inaudible every time the truck's engine would roar, or if the desert winds howled loudly. After some time of listening to the voice, Jeff finally realized who it was- turning his head over his shoulder with curiosity. Aoki was standing there, seeming absolutely disconnected with the world with eyes staring ahead, empty of emotion or movement. Jeff didn't bother trying to catch the young man's attention, simply looking back ahead with frustration. He then thought to himself "We're all so helpless."
"Right, guess not."
Accepting their captivity, the two would then be left to think and observe in silence. Some hours later the convoy of bandits would end up coming closer to a canyon, delving deep into the passages, rolling through the wide crevices. Metal spikes and abandoned defensive positions littered the rocky scenery above them, such defenses would grow in number- as well as corpses laid about as warnings -before the convoy came upon the entrance to the cannibal lair, where many more armed savages awaited their feast.
Above then was the chains in which bandits utilized to get around above the crowd, the chains themselves attached to the container's walls, going from one edge of the doorway, going all around the container and ending up on the other edge. There were four of the bandits, all wearing gasmasks as they kept firm grasps on the chains, crawling about while making sure they kept a good distance away from the prisoners. Only one of them had their rifle equipped, he was at the front of the container, having his arm tucked around the high above chain while having the rifle pointed at the captives. With a single pull of the trigger he could kill someone, he didn't even need to aim at all with how the prisoners were all packed right next to each other, like a sea of flesh that swayed every time the truck made a turn along the open desert. And this was all kept with a single dimly lit light, a pure red, the blood easily merging with the light, making it hard to tell if one was bleeding when they had only a mere cut.
Jeff was only one of many in this container. He, like many, remained quiet as the hum of the engines, as well as sound of the sick and dying went on around them. He lifted his hands to his face, looking at the bloodied cuffs that wrapped around his wrists. Tensing up, the human attempted to break apart the cuffs with each arm pulling in an opposite direction, pushing the two other exhausted prisoners with little care for them. After a uneventful twenty seconds, he gave up, lowering his hands back down with a sigh of frustration as his eyes closed, the two prisoners easing back into place. Breathing in slowly before repeating his sigh once more. Then he heard muttering.
It sounded more like insane ramblings, but that could be explained by the fact he didn't understand the language. The person behind him was speaking incoherently, becoming inaudible every time the truck's engine would roar, or if the desert winds howled loudly. After some time of listening to the voice, Jeff finally realized who it was- turning his head over his shoulder with curiosity. Aoki was standing there, seeming absolutely disconnected with the world with eyes staring ahead, empty of emotion or movement. Jeff didn't bother trying to catch the young man's attention, simply looking back ahead with frustration. He then thought to himself "We're all so helpless."
***
"I HATE being helpless."
Whitthorn yelled over the unbelievably loud noises that surrounded them, both hands and feet tied just like the prisoner next to him- Kalli. She had been woken up by the yelling and struggling, coming to realize that she was not only still living the nightmare she had fallen asleep to, but also that her own employer was captured as well. Whittorn continued to make noise, cursing and squirming with no avail. This eventually attracted the attention of a bandit on the roof, who would proceed to use the butt of his rifle, banging it on the roof right above Whitthorn to get his attention. Once the lizard looked upward, two angry eyes glared down at him with the bandit spatting "Stay quiet." before he backed away from the edge. The bandits stationed on the container seemed very nonchalant despite being on a moving on a truck at eighty miles per hour, with no safety either.
"Whitthorn," The prime stated, raising her voice a bit more "Whitthorn!" she repeated, the secondary finally looking over at her with mild surprise. "I thought you were dead, good to see you're not!" He spoke in a more cheery tone while attempting to smile, wincing in pain a a cut on his 'lip' stretched with his attempt "Alright, still in pain. But good to see you nonetheless." he finished, the cheery tone degrading into a plain and hopeless voice.
"Where is everyone?" She asked, twisting her hands and wrists in order to check if she could escape. Like Whitthorn, there was no success in doing so
"Very simply really. They're either in this container, or dead. Or us, I mean, it seems they don't like having humans and non-humans in the same room." He replied casually, not bothering to join in trying to escape.
"Great," Kalli then stopped, realizing her efforts wouldn't go anywhere "I don't suppose you have a knife on you, do you?"
Whitthorn looked insulted, as well as baffled "You really expect me to have one? And then be able to toss it with my hands tied?""Right, guess not."
Accepting their captivity, the two would then be left to think and observe in silence. Some hours later the convoy of bandits would end up coming closer to a canyon, delving deep into the passages, rolling through the wide crevices. Metal spikes and abandoned defensive positions littered the rocky scenery above them, such defenses would grow in number- as well as corpses laid about as warnings -before the convoy came upon the entrance to the cannibal lair, where many more armed savages awaited their feast.