All That's Left

Chapter One: Who are you?

     My eyes slowly flutter open, my surroundings coming into view. The room is dimly lit, and candles are scattered in various places in the space. It's messy, but not like the places I've seen. Like someone at least moved things...to walk around...to set things down. Like those candles. I start to sit up, but my movements come to a halt. My brows furrow when I feel rope around my wrists, my head turning slightly to the side to see them tied to the bed. Oh fuck. I lean my head up, looking right then left. Thank god. There's Brina in a second bed, her wrists bound up all the same. My breathing picks up, and my arms start to tug at the rope as my gaze darts around.  I look down at my legs, my movements stopping. My shoes are off. My foot is wrapped. Someone...took care of my ankle. 

     Before I can think about anything else, I hear a familiar groan from the left of me, and my breath catches in my throat as I look over. Brina stirs awake, her head slowly lifting. "Hey...you're awake...are you okay?" I ask slowly, my head leaning up so I can see her better. "God...what happened?" Her voice comes out raspy and quiet, her eyes peeling open. I huff, "No idea.".

     Before either of us can question it further, the door dead center on the wall in front of us starts to open. My heart launches into my throat, and my breathing starts to pick up as a man steps inside. Then another...another...and then one more. All men? Fuck we're screwed. The first one that stepped inside is wearing a black t-shirt and a bulky, dark jean jacket draped over his broad shoulders. The tattoos on his hands immediately catch my eye, and silver rings accompany the letters written on his knuckles. I can make out "HEART" on one hand...but I can't see the other. His hair is dark and messy, the ends hanging over his green eyes. He's gotta be 6'5 or something. The second is a dirty blonde, his hair wavy and somehow perfect even with this hell on earth. His features are sharp, round glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. He tilts his head slightly down, his lips curling up into a charming grin. His head tilt is enough to reveal his bright hazel eyes underneath, and even in this dim lighting I can see those little sparks of gold. He's also decorated with silver rings, a light gray t-shirt hugging his torso with a leather jacket on top. 

     The third is taller than the second but shorter than the first. He has long, dark brown dreads pulled back into a ponytail. He's got a little bit of facial hair, going down his jaw and to his chin. His eyes are brown, kind of like mine in a way. It doesn't take a genius to see he's chiseled for sure...man has muscle. The candlelight illuminates his dark skin tone more clearly, he has some decently smooth skin considering we're stuck in the apocalypse. He's wearing a brown jacket and a dirty white t-shirt snug underneath. The last about just as tall as the first, his hair a dark brown and fluffy as hell. His olive skin has almost a warm glow as he turns, the light showing off his undertones. His gaze flickers up, my brows quirking up when I meet his chestnut eyes. His jaw clenches, his head tilting slightly to the side as his gaze travels over Brina and I. He carries himself confidently...granted they all do. He's wearing a gray t-shirt, a hoodie, and another brown jacket layered on top of that. 

     "Oh good...you're awake." The blonde speaks up first, pushing his glasses up on his nose. Green eyes clicks his tongue, nodding his head to the side. He turns to meet my gaze, my breath catching in my throat almost immediately.  "Names." He speaks firmly, his tone sharp and leaving no room for friendly discussion. I just barely turn my head to catch Brina's gaze, and the two of us silently try to figure out what the hell to do here. "I'm not asking." He speaks again, his voice more stern than before.

     My head snaps back, frustration sparking inside of me, but we don't have a lot of room to even think about escaping right now, "Sydney.". 

     "Sabrina." She answers right after me, my gaze locking with their "leader" from the looks of it. Fuck if I know or care. He doesn't break eye contact with me for even a second, his gaze burning holes through me, "You guys bit?".