[b]Floyd - Prisoner[/b]

The loud sound of laughter gave Floyd a reason to awaken from what seemed to be an eternal sleep. He didn't want to leave the dreams he was having, which were of his life on the farm. But unlike the truth behind the estate, this farm was a fantasy. There weren't any scoundrels or miscreant beings, just the tender grass blowing with the wind along the hills. The plants bloomed brightly like the eyes of his livestock, smiling at the sight of the sun as it also blossomed above. Floyd had never experience such sensations, such joy, but then, vexatious utterance siphoned those wonders into a pitch black hole. As his eyes opened, truth returned. 

He didn't speak, just decided to watch his surroundings with pinching eyes. Both his legs and arms had fallen into the same sleep he had just awoken from. They were united by a strong and layered rope. As he noticed himself sitting, he turned his head to his right and met a window. He could see the image outside moving as he felt himself still. Floyd made the realization that he was inside some sort of vehicle, most likely a truck, but that doesn't really matter. He had been captured by a group of pirates and had no idea what was going to happen next. Were these men cannibals? Why didn't they just kill him? It was an oblivious thought that ran Floyd's mind. Why waste their time with someone that was basically already dead? It didn't make sense. 

Floyd then continued his visual inspection. He was seated right behind the 'shotgun' seat of the vehicle, the front passenger seat. The driver was farther to his left, one hand on the wheel and the window completely open. Wind rushed passed his beard and clashed against Floyd's torso. It felt great, but at times it would be too much that it'd get cold. Floyd's eyes then flipped, facing the back window of the vehicle. In the truck bed were two other men, laughing insanely during their conversation. It would seem that it had been their pandemonium that awoke Floyd. It was a very disturbing unique laugh the fat man had. He was very chunky, his cheeks implemented that weight. It was disgusting, Floyd couldn't bare to see, so decided to turn back to the front. 

Then, the driver turned and took a look. He noticed Floyd's eyes were open, though barely. "Oh partner! You're awake!" he hollered, his voice echoing through the inside premise of the truck. His voice was even worse than the lard's laughter. "Say man, why were you out there on your own? You looked like shit back there! Did ya get separated from your group or something?! Where'd they go?! They got any girls?!" the man named Smith questioned. Though he didn't realize it, he was screaming above the sound of the wind. He was obviously trying to, but he was overdoing it. 

Still, Floyd decided to stay silent. "So you're the loner type huh? That ain't no problem, Tyler won't care. Heck, he might even make you one of us, who knows" he started, turning to the passenger and laughing along with him. "Tyler?" Floyd murmured to himself, silently. "You say something man?" Smith asked, then paused for a second as if waiting for an answer. Since it didn't come, he turned back to the road. Floyd remembered the mention of Tyler. It had been that woman from the train track, she was the one that told Floyd about him. So these men were the raiders she was trying to avoid. "Where are ya takin' me?" Floyd questioned, surprising the two raiders. "So you [i]can[/i] speak, hahaha. Anyhow, were taking you to our place. I wouldn't worry too much, Tyler may have use for you, if not, then to the arena. Right Chuck?! HAhahahaHA!" he started yet again. 

Floyd angered at the annoying sound the two men generated. They just wouldn't shut their mouths, continuing to laugh when nothing was truly funny. Suddenly, the truck came to a halt. The brakes squealed as if they were in some sort of mechanical pain. It was an unpleasant sound to the ear. "Hey look Chuck, its Brad! BRAD! What's up partner? Sorry were late, we caught something for a change, look!" he yelled yet again, pointing to Floyd in the back seat. "Watcha want us to do with'em?" he asked his superior Brad. Floyd just stared at all the men that were now present. This was not the situation he wanted to be in. "We found'em in them woods back there. He was alone so were not sure if he had a group with'em. He don't say much."