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Jordan put the phone down for a moment and swallowed again, firmly squashing the urge to hug himself like a little kid. He wasn't a little kid any more. He had to be strong. "I hope it hasn't been too long," he said, his voice slightly wavery. "My mom -- my mom's in the hospital. She shouldn't have to be worried, she should be thinking about getting better."

He bent his head over the phone and tapped out another reply, blinking rapidly.

"You did hear it? A zombie dog?" Noah looked around rapidly, spooked.

He came back out with a box of granola bars and some bottled waters, standing there and not knowing what to do.

Take me home.

I don't know where that is.

Frowning, he looked at his bare feet before looking up again. "Hey, we're gonna get out of here. Second we get to a phone you can call your mom." And he could call his mom too.

Moving closer, he adjusted the bottles and granola bar in his arms and offered him a bottle. "I don't think they are poison. If we are gonna escape, we're gonna need supplies. I saw a backpack."'

Noah hesitated, doubting himself for a moment, then shook his head. "No, it, it said zombie dog. I think ... I think we're hearing different things." He wrung his hands together anxiously. "I never heard voices before ... "

Basement - Hallway

Terry was never the physical sort, in that he preferred not to engage in physical activities unless absolutely necessary. His lanky frame wasn't exactly the sort that inspired ideas of physical prowess. It was only because the giggling from his room seemed to follow him that forced the teen to stand his ground and demand, "What do you want from me!?"

Heading to basement from dungeon

s**t s**t s**t... Too quiet.

Kimberly pressed on the door causing it to fly open leading to a place less dreary but still not pleasant to a scared teen.

She crept down the hall in a way she thought was ninja like. Unfortunately as she did she heard a voice call out down farther.

That has to be one of THEM. Them being the sex slavors her mind created.

Good I will take that one down and make him set me free.

And that was how Kimberly ended up stalking poor Terry....

Al's blood ran cold at the question and he looked at Noah. Somehow questioning his motives while at the same time internally going me too.

"....why?... Did you?"

Town

A tentative nod was her only response as Mimsy stood still, allowing her to look her over. She wasn't sure about 'shooting dicks off', but calling her daddy and the other girl's uncle was an appealing idea.

The way that she was treating her and speaking to her was so nice, but not in the way that seemed like a trick. Not in the way that she was used to, where the words were not actually nice at all. The suggestions and directions that her daddy had given her in regards to socializing in a pleasant, normal way were consulted for guidance; a small, crooked smile showed three teeth at most, but the intent behind it was clear enough, she hoped. It was the best that she could offer.

"Yes. Okay." The less formal affirmation came out a bit strained, but she was trying, hoping to be perceived as 'nice' in return. "I am pleased to meet you, America Jones. My name is Mimsy Kercher. Dr. Victor Kercher is my father."

That wasn't so bad. When her partner in conversation was not waiting to attack her in some capacity, it was much less frightening. She took a deep breath, pleased with her success, and began to sift through the belongings that she was carrying. The coat pocket produced a pair of scissors, a scalpel with a fairly large blade, two pens, and a number of yellow Starburst candies. The scalpel was extended towards America - safely, of course, with the end of the handle towards the other girl.

"Is this an adequate substitute for a kitchen knife?" She had once substituted a kitchen knife for a scalpel in a moment of scientific urgency, which had not been successful at all, but she reasoned that it was worth asking. "I would like for you to have it, if it is suitable. We can assess the contents of the bag if you are willing to determine a safe location for us to do so."