[b]"Hey... son... you okay?"[/b]

[b]"Leave him for fucks sake..."[/b]

[b]"Shut it!"[/b]

[b]"You shhh! Remember what happened last time?"[/b]

[b]"Hey.... wake up son..."[/b]

There next to Chris was a middle aged man. Black hair, surprisly toned body although his skin had been broken through in multiple places. There were numerous bruises and he sported what looked like a fresh black eye. The sullen figure of man was brightened however by the smile he held on his face.

[b]"Glad to see you're not dead."[/b]

[b]"What good is that going to do?"[/b] The next voice was that of a younger male. He was rested against the wall of the trailer, slumped on his ass with his back pressed into the cold metal wall. He had messy blonde hair and the beginnings of stubble. His eyes were droopy, probably from lack of sleep but the apathy to the others and the hate for everything else was still very visible. Although the others couldn't see it, he was in fact fuming as he had been since he was thrown in with the rest of the group.

[b]"Jesus... it's just good that he's alive okay? The more people... the better our chances of escape right?"[/b] The final voice was that of a young woman nearing the end of her teen years. There was this optimism in her words, hope that was absent from the other two and her eyes, even as they darted from person to person frantically held that same hope. It was as if she believed there was the chance for escape and she'd find it no matter what. When she'd failed to find anyone else in agreement with her, she finally settled her eyes on the their newest member. Chris laid there against the door to the trailer, the single window streaming what faded moonlight it could onto his face. The other three could barely make out the small bump forming on the back of his head. [b]"...That looks like it really hurts."[/b] She said as she watched him stir.

[b]"Come on son... wake up..."[/b]

The final body in the trailer remained silent, haunched over in his own corner as he kept to himself.