They place us in the back of a van they brought with them and begin the drive to where ever we are going. Charlie lays in the center still passed out. His body carelessly moving around with the twist and turns of the van. Whitney sits across from me. For the first time since we've gotten our powers, a look of fear sits on her face. 

"What do you think is going to happen to us, Jonas?" she asks me 

I shrug. I don't have the answers to what's going to happen. Every time I think about where we are going I get these horrible images of needles and scalpels and people fighting to cut me open, and the shitty part is I did this to myself. If I had waited, if I had just sat there and helped us get Gonzalo, then we could have had a plan to get out of here. 

"Whitney, I'm so sorry," I tell her sadly. "I didn't mean to get us into this situation...I just,' 

"Jonas, you forget who you're talking to," she says with a sympathetic voice. "I know all of your fears. Your fear is being alone," she says. I place my face in my hands and begin to massage my temples. "I don't blame you. You love her," 

Coming to this camp was something that I begged my mom not to make me do. I know I didn't handle dad's death the best, but I didn't need some looney camp to help me come to terms with everything. My whole attitude on this camp shifted though when I saw Rosalie get on the bus. She looked about as pissed as I was to get on the bus, but it started everything for us. 

The first night that we hung out, I was so scared that this was just a fling for her. Everything inside of me was telling me I was just a summer toy, and when the school year started I would be left behind. Even if that was the case though, I still got to spend time with her and get to know her, but then the meteor came, and suddenly the idea of a summer fling wasn't even the possibility anymore. 

"You know, I haven't thought of my mom once since we've been here," I tell Whitney as the van continues to drive. "How awful does that make me? I'm her only living immediate family and I haven't even thought of her once," 

"We aren't exactly in an easy situation, Jonas," she says. "You and Rosalie especially. We put a lot of pressure on you guys to call the shots, and while I know no one else could have done it better, that's still a lot to ask of a seventeen-year-old. Not to mention, having several armed men waving guns around like their toys is a lot of pressure," 

The van stops moving and we hear the opening and closing of the doors at the front. I look through the window and see that we are in the forest of the campgrounds. Taking a closer look I realize that we are at the bunker of Pinecove. 

"I wonder why they brought us back here?" asks Whitney as she joins me at my window. 

The man that told me everyone was fine earlier comes around to the back and opens up the doors to the van. "Quietly move out of the van, and don't try anything stupid. Especially after what your friends pulled," 

A wave of anxiety falls over me when he says those last words. What did they do? What happened to them after they tried to do something?

"Jonas," says Whitney as she walks behind me. "You have to breathe," 

She places her tied up hand on my lower back and I do my best to soothe myself. I hop out of the car and a man grabs onto my arm. He leads us to the opening of the cabin the bunker resides in. There is a man that is sitting on a stool guarding the small metal door that leads to the underground room. He stands up and opens it upon Whitney, Charlie, and I arriving at the cabin. 

"Don't cause any drama and we should be good," says the guy behind me. "There's been a lot going on since you've been being transported. I don't know specifics but I know a number of my men died," I start to breathe heavily as he pushes me towards the wooden stairs of the cabin. I stand at the top of the stairs and look down at the little hall that leads to the main room of the bunker. I can't bring myself to move. What if I go down there and they're all dead? What if Rosalie did something to annoy the guards and something terrible happened to her?

"Go, kid!" says the solider pushing me on my back. I stumble down a few stairs but walk towards the ground. My knees start to shake as I get closer to the bottom, and once I get to the last step I feel Whitney place her hand on my shoulder. 

"Jonas, you're okay," she whispers. 

I take a deep breath and walk into the hall. The first thing I see is everyone is tied up to the bed. Rosalie sits on a top bunk and when she sees us her eyes light up. "Jonas!" she says with tears falling down her face. Rachel is wrapped in a sheet with rubber ties wrapped around her body, and Gonzalo has a bunch of heavy chains attached to him. 

"Where's Charlie?" Rachel asks me looking concerned. There's a worry in her voice and her face is twisted in worry. She smooths her face when she sees Charlie's sleeping body being carried down by two soldiers and thrown onto the closest bunk to the door. "They drugged him?" 

"Yes," says Whitney as she walks over to the bunk with Rosalie and sits on the bottom bunk. I run over to the bunk and throw myself up the ladder. She smiles as I kiss her awkwardly as both of our hands are currently tied up. 

"I was so worried about you," she whispers to me. 

"Where's Emma?" asks Whitney.

An awful silence falls against the room. I was so excited to see Rosalie I didn't notice that one of us was missing. I hear a sniffle from Rachel and then look at Rosalie's face as she tries to control her frown on her face. 

"We-" she begins but her voice gets caught. "She's-" 

"No!" says Whitney jumping up from the bed underneath us. "No she's not dead!" she says sinking to her knees. 

The silence from everyone confirms her fear and she starts to sob in the middle of the room. "I hate these stupid powers! I hate these stupid men!" she screams. 

I sit on the bunk in silence allowing myself the time to process what was just told to me. Just like that, someone from our group is gone. There's nothing that we can do to bring her back. "She was our glue," I whisper to Rosalie. 

Whitney stops sobbing and begins to hyperventilate. Rachel wiggles off the bed and over to her in an attempt to be a comfort. Whitney's breathing eventually evens out and she looks at Rachel with an ominous expression. "Tell me you killed the man who did this?" 

"We killed them all," says Rachel. "Even Campbell," 

We hear the door to the bunker open again and heavy footsteps storming into the room. A woman with dark black hair and an olive skin tone appears at the bottom of the stairs. She is in uniform, but she looks to be higher up than the men we've been facing in the woods. 

"My name is Sergeant Rodriguez, I'm Campbell's second in command and his replacement now that you've killed him," her voice has a bitterness in it that is hard to miss. She pauses after her last second, and I think she's attempting to compose herself. "You will be transported to our main operating facility," she motions from the stairs and someone hands her a gas mask that she places on her face. "We will need you to be knocked out in order to transport you safely. We wouldn't want anything bad to happen, now would we?" she says with a tone hinting that she would definitely want something bad to happen. 

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a tiny silver cylinder. She presses a button and then throws it in the middle of the room right next to Rachel and Whitney. They wiggle away right as the gas starts to leak into the room. They are the first to pass out as Rosalie and myself wait for the gas to rise to us on the top bunk. 

"I love you," she whispers as the gas starts to come to the ceiling. 

I try to tell her I love her too, but the gas is to strong and I can't move anything on my body. I close my eyes, and drift off to sleep.