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    "It's so good to see you two..." Coach said softly as the automatic door was shut behind Nick and Ellis. They assumed that the odd noise they heard meant it locked. Coach embraced the two younger men in a tight hug, practically causing Ellis to squeak.

    "Good ta see ya too Coach...and Ro...you okay?"

    "I'm fine..." Rochelle smiled, but Ellis wasn't stupid. Nor was Nick. They saw the slightly red look under her eyes. She had been crying. Coach was most likely comforting her before the two men had entered.

    All were situated in the white living area. Nick and Ellis sat together on the pure white leather couch, Coach positioned on a white stool (he seemed more comfortable that way), and Rochelle occupied a small white love seat with her legs crossed.

    "So...what do you think they're going to do...now that they've got us?"

    "I dunno..." Ellis spoke up first. Nick and Coach nodded, as if in agreement.

    The group talked longer for what seemed like hours. The conversations were meaningless, but kept them all at ease. They even let Ellis complete a few of his stories, seeing as though they had no were else to go and nothing else to do. For those few hours...they felt at peace. Like they were finally safe from this hell. Little did they know...it was just starting.

   The lone door to the brightly lit room was opened as Charles entered with a handful of soldiers. Ellis was grabbed up first, to which Nick protested.

   "Were the hell do you think you're taking him?" Nick grabbed onto Ellis's other arm, as to which he and the soldier got into a mini tug-of-war battle.

   "Don't worry...you're going to. You're all getting labeled. After all...we need to keep track of our survivors, now don't we?" A calm, yet eerie grin spread over Charles's face.

   And thus the survivors were trailed out of their comfortable and temporary bliss to be 'labeled'...what the hell were the going to do to them?

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    "It's so good to see you two..." Coach said softly as the automatic door was shut behind Nick and Ellis. They assumed that the odd noise they heard meant it locked. Coach embraced the two younger men in a tight hug, practically causing Ellis to squeak.

    "Good ta see ya too Coach...and Ro...you okay?"

    "I'm fine..." Rochelle smiled, but Ellis wasn't stupid. Nor was Nick. They saw the slightly red look under her eyes. She had been crying. Coach was most likely comforting her before the two men had entered.

    All were situated in the white living area. Nick and Ellis sat together on the pure white leather couch, Coach positioned on a white stool (he seemed more comfortable that way), and Rochelle occupied a small white love seat with her legs crossed.

    "So...what do you think they're going to do...now that they've got us?"

    "I dunno..." Ellis spoke up first. Nick and Coach nodded, as if in agreement.

    The group talked longer for what seemed like hours. The conversations were meaningless, but kept them all at ease. They even let Ellis complete a few of his stories, seeing as though they had no were else to go and nothing else to do. For those few hours...they felt at peace. Like they were finally safe from this hell. Little did they know...it was just starting.

   The lone door to the brightly lit room was opened as Charles entered with a handful of soldiers. Ellis was grabbed up first, to which Nick protested.

   "Were the hell do you think you're taking him?" Nick grabbed onto Ellis's other arm, as to which he and the soldier got into a mini tug-of-war battle.

   "Don't worry...you're going to. You're all getting labeled. After all...we need to keep track of our survivors, now don't we?" A calm, yet eerie grin spread over Charles's face.

   And thus the survivors were trailed out of their comfortable and temporary bliss to be 'labeled'...what the hell were the going to do to them?