Chloe's POV
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The moment I awoke I hit my head against something cold and damp.
I couldn't see anything. Something was dripping down my forehead and the right side of my stomach was in immense pain.
I reached out in the dark, touching what felt like cold rusted metal. I heard footsteps next to me.
"Is he still alive?"
"Barnes or the tourist?"
"Both of em"
"No idea, but apparently Barnes is in a coma on life support, he got burnt up pretty bad."
They voices faded as they walked away.
The first thing that came to my mind was Lincoln bleeding out on the ground.
I didn't know what I was in or where I was.
I was crouched down so I didn't hit my head again. I reached up in front of me and felt a zipper through the metal bar.
I slowly pulled the zipper down hoping I wasn't surrounded by soldiers. It was still dark out, so I could hopefully sneak around and find Lincoln.
My skull felt caved in and my bloodsoaked hair stuck to the side of my face. I leaned back and kicked the bars on the cage I was in.
The metallic banging was sure to attract the soldiers nearby so I leaned forward and pushed the rusted bars out, freeing me from the cage.
I crawled out and immediately stretched my legs, taking in a breath of fresh air. I was extremely dehydrated and my eyes stung.
Hearing the sound of a waterfall instantly brought my hopes up. I tried running, but I was so fatigued I almost fell flat on my face.
I steadied myself and walked towards the sound of the water crashing against the rocks. I couldn't see, but the moment I felt water hit my muddy shoe I held out my hands and let the water splash in my face.
Once I hydrated myself I went back to that cage and barely made out two footprints that led somewhere important.
I followed the footprints for about half an hour until I saw a large base-camp with surprisingly not a lot of soldiers.
Only two of them were standing out on guard. I saw a small tent on the right side of the camp with a man in it lying down.
It had to be Lincoln. I snuck down the hill and across the camp, praying to myself that no one will see me.
I finally made my way to the tent and slipped in, zipping it up behind me.
I turned towards the man who I presumed was Lincoln. I got closer to him. It was him. Still alive. Thank God.
From the moment we met at the dock I thought he was handsome, but seeing his clean shaven face and at about 6'0" his long chiseled body forced me to stare.
The I remembered he had a hole in his side. I gently brushed his forehead to try and wake him up. He stirred a bit a slightly opened his eyes.
He turned his head towards me and blinked. He groaned and tried to sit up, which led to him clutching the patched up bullet wound.
"Why did they keep us alive?" He groaned.
I couldn't help but wonder the same exact thing.
"Well they don't have you hooked up to anything so maybe they wanted you to bleed out or something." I explained.
"Where is our stuff?" Lincoln asked sitting up gaining his strength back.
