Dh Trapped Inside Ch 02

Opening day of the State Fair, and even though the numbers in attendance were slightly lower than normal, ticket sales were still booming. The mid-summer temperatures only helped increase sales as many were grateful to be outside once again. Dwayne, being among the first to have bought their tickets in advance, was currently standing in front of three metal detectors blocking the entrance into the fairgrounds. Reaching into the back pocket of his pants, he pulled two tickets from his wallet as he began to scan his attention over the parking lot. Although the ticket had been meant for his girlfriend, an earlier argument in which he had been at fault for, had him changing a few plans.

Reaching into the front pocket of his pants, Dwayne pulled out his cell phone and began checking his newest text messages. Noticing the small red light that was blinking on the upper corner of his phone, he quickly slid his thumb over the screen.

"Hey, we need to talk. Call me!"

read the missed message from Layla. Giving a slight snicker, he closed the message, and slid his phone back inside his front pocket. Quickly looking up, towards the entrance of the fair, Dwayne was momentarily mesmerized, as two young ladies walked past. Between the gentle breeze and the way they switched and swayed their hips as they walked, his attention had remained locked on their waists as they walked past him. The loose flowing mini skirts they wore did little to hide the firmness of their asses.

Not wanting to pass up a possibility like this, Dwayne was quickly pushing himself forward, catching up to the two of them.

"Excuse me! I don't mean to be rude or intrude, but I couldn't help but notice two very attractive women walking into the fair, together but still alone. So pardon me if this comes off too straight-forward, but, do either of you beauties have a boyfriend?" Dwayne asked bluntly as he approached a little closer to the two females.

One by one, they handed their tickets over, before stepping through the metal detector without a sound.

"Boyfriend? Don't you think he'd be around if I did?" the brunette quickly replied, "What about you?"

"Me? No, I'm single. Just coming out to occupy myself." Dwayne replied with a lie, as they continued into the fairgrounds.

"So... since you're still following us," the dirty-blonde haired female began saying, as she turned around so that she was walking backwards, "do you have a name?"

"How forgetful of me. My apologies. My name's Dwayne." he replied as the three of them faded into the massive crowds.

"I'm Kendra," the dirty-blonde female replied, "and this is my friend Melody." she finished saying, pointing to the brunette.

Although there had been a form of introduction, the three of them stepped through the front entrance, and the three were making their way toward the information booth. Whether their intention had been to get Dwayne away from them or not, he wasn't certain, but as he watched the two head toward the small building and a nearby officer, he slowed his pace. Watching the two of them until they got out of sight, he released a gentle sigh. Finally redirecting his attention, he began making his way further into the fairgrounds, weaving throughout the crowds.

Hours passed as Dwayne continued his stroll through the fair. Money was wasted on a few games and rides, as his intentions were always trying to score a side-chick for the evening. Nothing ever came to bait, however, as he began passing a nearby security booth.

"... yeah man, he just... bit me." Dwayne happened to hear as he made his way past the giant yellow booth. Turning his attention as he walked past, noticing one of the on guard officers currently holding a cloth over his wrist.

As expected, the fair was loud. There were screaming and yelling all around. Marching bands were playing, people were enjoying different rides, so the sounds of screams were expected. Dwayne was too busy wandering through the crowds, goggling over the females walking around in either short mini skirts, or shorts a size too small, cut to only hold on to about half of each ass cheek. Making his way, slowly, toward one of the center concession stands, the distant sound of metal screeching, had somehow managed to catch his attention.

Suddenly, there came a great deal of screaming from off in the distance, which had rather quickly caused him to turn his attention. Already in the process of searching out the metal on metal sound, he turned his attention toward a nearby sky-ride. Dwayne couldn't help but remain frozen in place where he stood as he suddenly watched more than a dozen people ejected from their seats. Along with this, the ride in which they had been seated in, was waving recklessly up and down, until a nearby worker had come to shut it off.

Unfortunately, the worst had just begun. Soon, several bystanders were quickly rushing around, trying to offer any sort of assistance that they could. Dwayne was curious to what exactly had happened, or at the very least, wanted to see the carnage. Of course, as he made his way closer to the ride, he noticed several others rushing off to assist those who had taken an unscheduled flight. Still trying to force his way closer for a better view, he could hear the painful groans coming from those involved around the ride.

"My... my boy. Why?... How could some...?" Dwayne heard as he kept walking past, turning his attention toward a middle aged female, who was still cradling her son's upper torso, with tears staining her cheeks. He hadn't seen it at first, but now that he was closer, he could tell the young teen was not only breathless, but something within the machine had managed to sever the young teen at the hip.

Dwayne might have been unsure as to what had happened, other than a serious malfunction; but as fair-ground security officers began rushing to the scene, he found himself being quickly shoved out of the way. Again, he was fine with that, as he wasn't wanting to offer any assistance to begin with, he began making his way through the fair once again. Quickly maneuvering through the crowds, trying his best to move away from the current scene, as the situation had only begun to get worse. With so many trying to assist with those wounded from the event, screams of agony began surrounding the area.

Suddenly, the recoil of gunfire echoed around the area. As the shots began echoing around the fairgrounds, panic quickly set in as many began desperately trying to flee toward any exit possible. Minutes passed, seeming like they were turning into hours, before the local police were stepping in to intervene with the situation, which only added to the already growing waves of panic. Being a part of the crowds that were desperately trying to leave the area, getting out wasn't exactly easy with so many already in the state of panic. The sounds of screams and gunshots continued to echo around the fairgrounds, which only caused Dwayne to quicken his pace a bit more.

Dwayne continued to weave through the crowds, as he approached one of the 'lost and found' stations. He wasn't sure what was going on, or if he even wanted to know. What he did know however, was he didn't want to be anywhere near the fairgrounds any longer. Finally making it toward the entrance of the fair, he began quickly making his way down Seventeenth avenue. Along the time of his walk, Dwayne had noticed that not only had parts of Seventeenth had been blocked off, which was to be expected, but several other side roads that normally remained usable had also been blocked by 'road closed' signs.

Off in the distance as he continued on his way, he had noticed the darker clouds beginning to roll in from the south, followed by a low, deep rumbling growl of thunder. Doing his best to speed his pace up a little more, knowing he wasn't making it home before the rain began to fall, he noticed he was only a few short paces away from a local bar. Still able to make out the sound of gunfire, at times seeming to blend within the approaching thunderstorm. Dwayne had managed to step beneath the canopy of the bar as the rain finally began to release from the clouds above. Pulling the door open and slowly stepping inside, he began to look around the interior structure of the bar. The bar was dimly lit, causing his eyes to take a moment to adjust as the door closed behind him.

With so many at the fair, and still being early in the day, it really wasn't too surprising to see the bar still fairly empty. Taking in the layout of the bar once his eyes had adjusted, he noticed two pool tables off in the corner of the room, as well as two flat screen televisions hanging on either corner of the room. A third flat screen hung on the wall just behind the bar, which wasn't noticed until he began making his way toward an empty bar stool, and finally taking a seat.

Reaching into the front pocket of his jeans, he pulled out his phone, and almost immediately noticed a missed call. Once again it was Layla, and once again, he ignored it.

'Likely wanting to complain about something I did wrong.'

he thought to himself as he put his phone inside the front breasts pocket of his coat.

"What can I get started for you suga'?" the bartender asked, leaning forward against the bar.

Dwayne kept his attention on her, taking a long moment to decide on a starter drink. Of course he was taking his time for another reason as well. The young bartender wasn't at all bad to look at. Roughly in her late twenties, she had natural red hair that flowed down about the middle of her back. Wearing a black halter top tee-shirt, the open flesh that caused her cleavage, had easily begun spilling out of her shirt.

"I'll take a Jack and coke to start with, please." he said, finally placing his order, and allowing her to turn around. Again, he kept a secure lock on her as she walked away. From the rear, the view was just as nice as the front. The shorts she wore were a pair of elastic stretch blue jeans, which formed her curves like a glove.

Dwayne spent most of his late afternoon throwing back drinks, and flirting with the bartender. At some point during his throw back of drinks, and flirting conversation, he slid his phone number to her. He could tell he was getting hammered; turning his attention toward the large flat screen that was mounted behind the bar, he found himself getting loud every time something went wrong in the game. Suddenly the game was being interrupted by a breaking news report...

"We have live details on the events currently unfolding down around 17th Avenue. Donna!?" The news reporter was saying.

"Hi Tom, and thank you." the female reporter started. "I'm standing live at interstate seventy-one and seventeenth, where a deadly car accident occurred, leaving three in critical condition, and two others deceased. Officers are not releasing any details at this time, but witnesses have reported that one of the victims seemed to have been leaving the fair when he crossed into the street looking fairly incoherent.

This, of course, follows a ride malfunction earlier. We have also had reports that victim's from the earlier event have been seen 'eating the flesh' of those around." she began saying, turning her attention just enough to notice a middle aged looking male, slowly making his way toward them. "Excuse me sir," Donna said, rushing closer toward the approaching male. "Can you tell... ahhh..."

Unfortunately, the male Donna had just rushed up on, was no longer himself. No thought, and no care toward the cameraman, who was trying to keep up with Donna, as he reached forward for the reporter. Before she could react, or let alone come to understand what was happening, she felt the sharp edges of teeth beginning to bite against the side of her neck. The male continued to add pressure, until finally breaking skin. Almost as soon as the first trickle of blood began to start, Donna tried freeing herself from her attacker's grasp, she felt a large chunk of her neck suddenly missing.

Donna stood where she was shaking. Her hand, as much as she wanted to place it against the side of her neck, simply remained locked, with her hand no higher than her shoulder. The blood from the wound had begun to flow freely, quickly staining the front of her blouse. Unfortunately for the reporter, her attacker wasn't going to be shaken off easily. Once again, Donna's attacker was back, snarling and growling like a rapid animal, as he reached for the reporter once again. This time, however, the attacking male was interrupted as he was being struck with the camera, causing the screen to go black.

Drunk or not, with such an incident happening so close to where he was already, Dwayne was quickly stumbling out of his chair. Unfortunately, he was too drunk to be trying to move as fast as he was, having to brace himself against the edge of the bar. While holding onto the bar with his left hand, he used his right hand to reach behind him and into his pocket, for his wallet. Pulling the remaining cash he had out of his wallet, he sat it down on the bar, before stumbling toward the door. Of course he had thrown far more back than he had actually counted, making the short walk from the bar stool to the door that much more difficult.Reaching the door finally, he began messing with the door handle, as though he was unsure of how exactly it worked.

"Hey! Would you like someone ..." Dwayne could hear someone talking to him, but he simply ignored them, as he finally figured out the door and pulled it open stepping outside. It took his eyes a moment or so to adjust to the very different change in lighting. Outside, however, it was getting dark, which begged the question,

How long had he been at the bar

?

The walk had taken Dwayne much longer than he had anticipated, between his overextended drunkenness, as well as the rain that had begun to come down in sheets. Tripping over an uneven portion of sidewalk, he started to stumble forward and in his current state, was unable to re-balance himself in time. Falling forward completely, he managed to twist his wrist as well as scrape both his knee and elbow upon the impact. Sitting in the middle of the sidewalk where he had fallen, for what he had thought was only a few brief minutes, he too heard the emergency warning as the sirens began to blare through the night.

Trying to stand slowly, now noticing that the foot that had snagged the uneven pavement hurt a little more whenever he added pressure against it; he stood slowly, and began trying to determine where he was exactly at. Dwayne had walked for what seemed like hours, trying to maneuver around the riots and police that were sent in to establish order. Due to his current state of mind, he was lost. Luckily, he at least knew some of the more familiar street names, and before too long he found himself on Hudson Ave. As dusk began to set in, the sounds of gunfire and sirens echoing in the distance, started becoming more frequent.

Dwayne was desperately trying to increase his speed, unfortunately, any time he put even the slightest amount of pressure on his foot, he wanted to immediately double over in pain. Taking a moment to glance over his shoulder, as he heard the low rumble of an approaching vehicle. Suddenly, a large full sized S.U.V was slowing to a stop only a couple of feet in front of him. Just as suddenly as the vehicle had stopped on the side of the road, two large males jumped from the side doors, and hurried toward him. Being unable to react fast enough, or at all, he soon found himself being picked up and carried into the vehicle....

* * * * *

Meanwhile, both Kaleb and Jakob had spent their afternoon house hunting, only to agree upon the three bedroom in the Linden area. It wasn't exactly the safest neighborhood, but it was within their price range, without having to call on family for favors. Besides, it wasn't as though the two brothers were clueless about the area. After making all the arrangements with the property manager, and signing their new lease, the two of them each got a set of keys, before the manager got back into his vehicle and drove off.

"We still have a few hours of daylight, you want to get an early jump on moving things in?" Jakob asked, although, already heading back toward the truck.

"We might as well. I'm sure Madison and Hunter would love to have their own space again. I know mom and dad will." Kaleb replied.

The two of them were reaching either side of the truck, both pulling at the doors respectfully, Kaleb being the first of the two to climb inside, shutting the door behind him.

"Stranded motorist on two-seventy North and one sixty-one. Assistance required: Tire change.'

Jakob's phone chimed, almost as soon as he entered the truck and shut it behind him as well.

"Come on! Let's go knock this tire change out real fast, then we'll call it a night, and get a head start on moving." Kaleb said, rolling down the window.

Jakob wasn't going to argue. Inserting the key into the ignition, he gave the key a half quarter turn clockwise, and immediately brought the engine to life. Shifting gears, he began slowly pulling away from the house, as he quickly accepted the requested call.

Along the fifteen minute drive, Jakob had noticed traffic had gotten a lot heavier since they first came through the area. The car in need of service wasn't hard to find at all. Not only was it sitting on the side of the shoulder lane with the hazard lights blinking, but it also happened to be one of the only few cars currently on the road. Pulling the tow-truck in front of the small two-door coupe, Jakob shifted the gears into park, and almost as soon as the truck had come to a complete stop, Kaleb was pushing the passenger side door open. Stepping out of the truck cab; he quickly pulled his jacket over his shoulders, sliding his arms through the sleeves, and began making his way toward the vehicle.

The driver of the vehicle was a fairly young lady. Her dirty blonde hair was worn loose, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders, with multiple shades of red streaked throughout her hair. Stepping her left foot out of the car first, a pair of black heels pressed against the concrete. A loose flowing mini skirt wrapped around her hips, however, the occasional breeze caused it to expose a little more than just some leg flesh. Adorning her upper torso was a lightweight jean jacket, which she had pulled tightly around her chest.

Kaleb had stopped, only for a moment, as the young female climbed from the car. Deep breath was then taken in, and slowly released, as he continued making his way toward the car. "Good evening. Are you alright?" He asked, extending his hand in greeting.

"Good evening to you as well," she said, taking his hand into her own. "I'm alright, thank you."

Releasing her hand once the greeting had passed, Kaleb slowly knelt down beside the tire, adn began overlooking the damage.

Jakob was just beginning to climb out of the truck, taking a moment to admire the young female driver, as she pushed open her own car door, and stepped out of the vehicle. At first guess, he had easily placed her at a gentle height of five-foot two inches tall. It took him a moment to compose himself, as he climbed out of the truck and began making his way toward the two of them. "How bad is it?"

"Unfortunately, she won't be driving off with a simple tire change." Kaleb replied, turning his attention away from the tire. His brother might not have seen it, but the wind had blown just hard enough at that moment, that looking upward, Kaleb had gotten a clear view of a pair of white lace panties, worn beneath her skirt.

"Your insurance is covering the tow, correct? And do you have somewhere you would like the vehicle taken?" Kaleb asked, his attention upward, catching glimpses beneath her skirt.