Hell In Motion 1 of 2

Khailah P.O.V

The filthy and packed semi-truck that we were in finally came to a stop. At least 100 or so females are inside here with me. Some of the ladies were crying, yelling for help, praying, or mumbling incoherently. Some of the more recent kidnapped companions are banging on the walls. While yelling to be freed! I’m actually not sure how many of us are stashed in the back of here. There are no lights inside here and my cellphone battery finally died two days ago. We’ve been in this truck for almost a week now, I believe. The only times that they’ve stopped were to add more females. When my phone still had some power, I turned it on to airplane mode to preserve the battery. And used the flashlight to look around at my fellow kidnapped companions. I had recognized about four other ladies from my rebel group. I held up my pinkie finger to them. This is a sign of our promise to take the Lupine kind down by any means necessary!

I had been walking home from work when I was captured. The idea was for me to put myself in places rumored where women were being taken from. So I was and wasn’t surprised when I got snatched up and tossed in the back of an 18-wheeler truck. I was just hoping that it was by the wolves and not by some human trafficker. So because I was trying to be kidnapped. I had my large crocheted crossbody bag full of supplies that I would need. Like extra clothes, shoes, bottled water, snacks, first-aid, earphones, a portable cellphone charger, etc. But by this time I had already eaten all the food and drank the water. Plus, I had changed my clothes twice. And I was scared, so I charged my phone up just to listen to music to relax me. So now all of my reserves were spent. This is my first-ever assignment as a sort of spy.

The road turned bumpy a few hours ago. Which meant a change in terrain. Now that we’ve stopped moving. I’m guessing that we’ve arrived in the Packlands. But of which pack I’m not sure. I mentally communicated with my personal team of seven back at Nunya Biz HQ. ‘Khailah here. Is the signal still strong? I believe that we’ve reached our destination. The truck has stopped.’ I was so relieved when I heard Ezekial’s smooth, deep voice confirm. ‘Yes, still strong, Khailah. You’ve arrived, that’s good! And remember what we discussed. Lie low and leave your fingerprints everywhere.’ ‘Yes, Zeke, you got it.’ ‘Over and out.’ Zeke is my friend and one of the founders of Nunya Biz Tech Company. He and some of his MIT buddies, along with other tech geeks, loved studying nanotech and quantum physics. We also have some military assistance and federal aid. They agreed with our proposition when we presented it to them. They said that they would help us out in any way they could legally. And even though we knew and understood the risks and dangers. We were still absolutely committed to our cause.

Zeke and I met in high school during my depression phase. I was a freshman, and he was a senior. He asked me out, but I was never interested. Even after he graduated, he still wanted to be friends. So here we are seven years later. But I was depressed because when I was eleven years old, werewolves slaughtered my family and friends. And right after I lost my best friend, Stanley, whom I nicknamed Lee. He and his Mom, Stella, had gone missing a few weeks before. I just don’t know what happened! It was the day before our last day of 5th grade. Before we parted ways to walk home, he stopped me and told me he had something important to tell me. He was nervous but excited and so was I! I had no idea what it could be. But when he hadn’t shown up to school. I got worried so after school, some of my and Lee’s friends went to his house. But it was in shambles. Broken furniture, blood on the floor, and the doors weren’t locked. Momma Stell always kept her home spotless and her door triple-locked! So I knew something horrible happened. I used my cell to call my parents, and they said to call the police. So I did.

The police investigated and put out a search party for them and everything. But always came up empty-handed. We were all devastated and held a candlelight vigil for them. Which raised awareness and gained some media attention. The grief hit me particularly hard because Stanley was my very first friend. I’d known him all my life. He was like a big brother. And I had a budding secret crush on him, too. Also, our moms were close like sisters! My parents sent me to my grandma’s house to get a break from everything. It was working. I wasn’t so sad anymore. She lived in the suburbs of a semi-rural area. Being surrounded by nature put me at ease. But two days later, we got a call that not only my parents and four younger siblings had been killed. But also my friends and their families were massacred by werewolves as well! I went into the custody of my elderly and ailing, yet unconditionally caring, grandmother, Johnnie May. I ended up being her caregiver for the last 3 years of her life. Her Diabetes and Dementia finally won their battle against her. And she passed away when I was 18 years old.

The doors to the truck are flung open, causing a massive amount of sunlight to flood the nasty and overcrowded interior of our mobile prison. These barbaric beasts didn’t even have the human decency to let us use the damn bathroom! And I’m sure that like me, most of the ladies have involuntarily gone on themselves several times by now. Seriously, our bodies can only hold so much for so long! “Fresh Meat, Boys!” I heard a harsh male voice announce loudly, followed by sadistic laughter. Panic spread like a contagious disease. Oh God, here we go. Everyone started crying, screaming, and scrambling toward the back of the truck. Moving erratically from the men jumping in through the doors. Where I’m currently standing is in the corner of the truck furthest from the doors. Because I was one of the first females thrown into this portable hellhole!