Sylvia groaned. They'd been driving all night, and she was exhausted. Her captor had let her sit on her own and she was trying to ease the stinging in her arm where she'd been cut. She groaned when she touched it. It didn't help that she was growing hungrier by the minute; she'd eaten nothing since yesterday.

"Wh-Where are we going," she whispered meekly.

"Quiet, mouse."

Sylvia went quiet and was being dragged into another room. She recognized the room she was in. She was back at the Shed. The very place where Luke had saved her and the rest of the Survivors. Panic seized her. She was trapped. All was quiet until her phone went off. It was Luke calling her. She picked it up and made sure her captors were in a different room.

"Where are you, Sylv? I've been looking all over for you...I miss you....."

"I'm at the Shed, where you saved me....come get me quick before I get hurt anymore."

"Sylv, are you okay...?"

"Um...I got a few scratches but I'm okay..."

"Well, good. I'm going to come get you now. Be careful...."

"I will, I have to hurry before my captors come back into the room. Bye"

"Bye...love you."

As soon as Sylvia hung up, her heart raced. Luke had just told her he loved her. However, that was replaced by surprise and fear as someone ripped the phone from her hands, broke it, and slit her arm once more. She winced at the pain for a mere second, then couldn't feel it anymore. Her world was black.