Wes Tower awoke with an unpleasant jolt that left his fingertips buzzing with electricity. For a moment he found that he couldn’t move from his straight backed position on an uncomfortable mat. After a moment he managed to relax enough that he could sit up. He felt his heart beating painfully in his chest as he took in the unfamiliar room. Other people were looking around, confusion and fear written on their faces. He noticed a metal plate on the neck of another person in the room and reached behind his head rubbing the same area. Sure enough his fingers met the hard metal. 

Something was very wrong here. He flinched when he heard the static of the speakers come on. He listened intently his heart speeding up with every sentence. The world around him seemed to dim in comparison with the man’s words.

[i]Kill or be killed. 
Kill or be
killed. 

Kill 
or be 
[b]Killed[/b]

Should kill myself first. 
They are all here to kill you. [/i]

He had to shake himself physically to stop the thoughts. He patted his pockets- doing his best to take deep breaths. He could smell his nervous sweat. He pulled out the card and phone promised to be on his person. He glanced at the name and at the photo and located them in the room. They seemed worse off than himself. [i]Maybe you  look wose. Can they tell? Don’t let them. They are [b]all [/b]after you.[/i] 

[i]Can you even do it? What did they ever do to you? What did any of those people ever do to you?[/i] It hurt to breath. Clearly he was here to do this job. The man... he chose him to do a greater good. Perhaps these people were sick? 

[i]Do I need a weapon?[/i] Wes didn’t have time to think this through as the doors opened with a harsh buzz. The person he was watching ran out- so did all the others. He sat there for a minute begging his heart to slow down before standing and heading out. He blinked against the beams of light from the sun. He glanced down the road seeing nothing but grass and a corn field. Clearly whatever place they were in was huge. 

[i]I might need a weapon. I can go three days without water. Three weeks without food. Will this last three days?[/i] Wes struggled with his options. Finding supplies or tracking his target from the get go. He licked his chapped lips and decided to follow the corn.