Where am I?
“Oh my god, what’s going on? My head hurts. Why is my head hurting, why are my arms bound behind me? Shit there's footsteps!” Ann thought.
Footsteps started Ann's way, then the broken door creaked open slowly.
“Shit that hurts,” she thought.
The mysterious man started to pull Ann up to her feet.
Ann started to panic and acted limp hoping he would drop her and leave the dark dusty room.
But he didn’t drop her and leave.
He kept pulling her to her feet, she pretended to a be a little aware of what was happening.
Once he got her to her feet he started to lead her to what she thought was the bathroom.
But no, it was a screen door to the backdoor.
He was leading Ann to her grave, and she had no clue.
Once they got to the backdoor he led her down steps and into a forest behind the old house.
They got pretty deep into the forest before Ann knew what was fully happening.
The man had thrown Ann on the dirty pine filled ground. She landed with a hard “thump”.
The man grabbed a black pistol from the back of his waistband.
Ann had never seen a gun, at least not this close, not a foot from her eyes.
She freaked out! She had no clue what to do, her hands were bound behind her back, she couldn’t scream, because she had duck tape over her mouth, she was defenseless. All she could do was squirm and beg for her life.
But she just knew that begging for her life wasn’t going to be enough, she had to do something.
She started to wiggle to get out of the rope behind her and then heard a gunshot!
The man fell dead.
The man that was going to kill Ann was dead and just laying on the same hard ground as she.
Ann froze. Not knowing what had just happened.
