What the fuck? Am I having a deja vu? I've been held captive more in my consecutive days than I have ever worked out in my life. Memories like to run at their fastest speed just to aggravate me in my present. How can all this not be familiar? I mean, look! We're forced to a stop because men we consider enemies are all around us, on their way to feed our bodies bullets.
Damn. The thought gave me chills. They aren't actually going to kill us, are they? I mean, they still need something from us, or at least they need us as alive hostages to get what they want. Yes, that should be it.
"Don't make any unnecessary movements," a voice said from one of the speakers, which I only noticed because it was being used.
