Runner winced slightly as he awoke, feeling like his brain was moving through Jell-O on a Wal-Mart electric scooter. His eyelids were defiant of their owner that moment, refusing to lift despite the aggravated orders his brain was sending at a frantic speed. No! they seemed to say, We'll open on our own time, how about that? Runner, while his brain and eyes continued to argue, rolled over on his side and suddenly realized how cold his bed had gotten. And it didn't contort to his elbow when he propped himself up. Finally, his brain prevailed and he opened his eyes, blinking away the tears and studying his room. Or not. It was a concrete bunker. Walls, floor, ceiling, all concrete. The only break between was the naked bulb the protruded from the ceiling like a pimple. In an act of revenge on the brain, his eyes wandered and looked directly at the light, sending a sharp pain running down his neck.
"Ow!" he spat out, turning away and rolling back on to his stomach.
(Thanks!)
Zara layed on her back as she tossed a blue ball up and caught it. She repeated this prosses until Runner woke up, this surprised her and cause her to drop the ball on her face. She rubbed her face, the ball wasn't heavy but it caught her off guard. "You awake, sleepyhead?" Zara asked sitting up.
"Indeed I am," he grumbled, pushing himself up into a sitting position. His voice was as scratchy as sandpaper rubbed across concrete from lack of water.
"Mind telling me where we are?" he asked, rubbing his eyes to try and regain some form of awareness.
Zara shrugged. "I was hoping you could tell me. I just woke up here." She said swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Got anything in your pockets? All I had was this." She said as she held up the blue ball.
Runner patted the pockets of the jeans he was wearing and shook his head.
"Nothin' but pocket lint," he grumbled, making his first and unsuccessful attempt to stand.
Zara chuckled at this. "Rest for a bit before getting up." She said laying back down. "You got up like 10 seconds ago. Give yourself a break. Plus it's not like we can do much."
"That's a fair assumption," he admitted, rubbing the top of his head and blinking a few more times. "Got a name?"
"Zara." She said as she outstretched her hand. "Yours?"
He reached out and shook it. "Runner."
His second attempt to get up, however sloppy, was a success, and he got a good look around the room. The only entrance he could see was a single, iron door with a slot to pass trays of food through. Depressing, to say the least.
"You got any enemies?" Zara asked, trying to think about why they would be here. "Any idea why we would be here?"
"No one that wouldn't kill me on first sight," he said, wrinkling his nose up slightly. "They aren't very imaginative."
"Okay? Not sure what that means completely but whatever." Zara said, waving it off.
"And how about you?" he returned the question, stretching his arms out as far as they'd go.
Zara chuckled at this. "Too many to count. I have a reputation in the underground in my city. It could be any number of gangs or criminals. None of them are comforting ideas."
"How would that tie me into this, then?" he mused after a large yawn. "I doubt out enemies would be cut from the same cloth."
"I…don't know. They don't do something thing like this unless there is a purpose so I have no clue." Zara said, picking at her nails.
"Maybe this is some government thing," he offered, "It wouldn't be the first time they've tried to kidnap me."
Zara thought for a bit. "I have hacked them before but I don't think they would consider me a threat." She said after a bit. "What did you do to get on their watch list?"
"I'm not quite sure you'd understand at this moment," he said cryptically. "Later. When we get out of here."
Zara shrugged. "Alright Mr. Cryptic," She said with a smirk. "So how do you plan on getting up out? No windows, a door that is deadbolted and we have no idea where we are."
"I don't have a plan at the moment," he confessed. "But I highly doubt they're just gonna leave us in here to starve."
Zara sighed and laid back down. "God I really hope that your right about this being the goverment because if it's a gang we are dead meat." She said, closing her eyes.
