Chapter 4

    Brock woke up to a loud pounding on the door. He turned to check on Abby. She was still laying in the corner, asleep. THUD THUD THUD. Who would that be? he thought, still not fully awake and thinking. Then it hit him. Those b******s who've been trying to kill us. Have they found us? He sat quiet for a few minutes hoping to not let them know he was in the small room. Finally, the pounding stopped.
    How long was I asleep? There were no windows, no clocks, no way to tell the time. It must have been a while. They had to get going. He turned to Abby and rubbed her on the shoulder. "Abby, wake up. We have to go," he whispered softly. She began to stir. "Come on. We're going to get out of here."
    Abby's eyes opened slowly. For a moment she just stared at Brock blankly. Then she grinned. "Well, hello!" she said excitedly.
    Brock chuckled. She's just a regular cutie, now ain't she. "You hungry?" he asked her. She quickly nodded her head. Brock turned around and grabbed his bag. He rummaged through looking for something that would make a suitable breakfast for the two of them. He pulled out chicken soup and held it out to Abby. "I know this isn't breakfast, really. This okay?" She nodded again. "Okay just a sec'!"
    Brock took his knife and opened the can as best he could without the sharp edges. They had no silverware to eat with. They'd have to drink it from the can. After making sure it was safe he handed the can to Abby. "Be careful, okay? And don't poke around," he teased. "We gotta get going!"
    She took the can from his hand, said, "Okay!" and began slurping away. Brock took out another can for himself. After a few minutes they were done.
    Brock stood up and unlocked the door. With one hand on the gun, he opened the door slowly and checked the hallway to make sure it was clear. When he was sure it was, he went back in for Abby. "Alright! You ready to roll?" he asked. The little girls eyes sparkled and she clapped excitedly! "I'll take that as a yes!"
    The two walked out of the small office and turned left, down the hallway. They had only been walking a minute when Brock heard a sobbing. He looked down at Abby. "Do you hear that?" he questioned her.
    She frowned. "Hear what?"
    The sound was gone. "Didn't you hear somebody crying?" Abby shook her head no. Why the hell does this keep happening? Where are these damn noises coming from? "Never mind... Let's go." They walked on for a ways, offices to their left. Finally, they found a big room. It looked like a meeting room. There was a large table surrounded by chairs in the middle of the room. At the front of the room sat a white board and markers. On the board there was something drawn with some words.
    Brock approached to get a closer look. It was a map. In the middle was a black dot. It was the room they were in now. "Ooh look, Abby! It's a map of the place! We can get out of here!" He studied the map. It looked like if they left the room and headed the way they'd been going the hall would branch off to the left and they'd go a ways and there'd be a door on their right and according to the map that'd lead them out of the building. "Sweet! Let's go, babe!" Brock exclaimed, playfully.
    Abby winked and said, "Les go... babe!"
    Brock laughed and then continued walking, Abby beside him. They were just about to hit the left turn when Brock heard an ear piercing ringing. He lost control, his legs went limp and he crashed to the ground, hands over his ears. He began screaming so loud it could be heard a mile away. It sounded like some one was trying to murder him.
    Abby ran back and knelt down beside him. "Brock? Are you alright?" She could clearly see he was far from alright but she didn't know what else to say.
    He was screaming at the top of his lungs, "No! Make it stop! Make it stop! Get the hell away! No! Don't come any closer!" His eyes were focused right behind Abby. They seemed glazed over.
    Abby turned to see what Brock was looking at. There was nothing there but the wall. "Brock! Brock! What's the matter! There isn't anything there!" she yelled. He didn't seem to hear anything she was saying. His body was trembling and he just kept screaming, louder and louder. "Brock! You have to stop! The bad men will find us!" she hollered. He wasn't reacting to her words. She didn't know what to do. Tears rolled down her face.
    Unexpectedly, Brock stopped shaking and screaming. He looked up at Abby, in a daze. "Abby? Abby, why are you crying?" he asked.
    Abby looked at him, confused. "Brock? You were screaming and acting like something was behind me! You wouldn't stop screaming! You were shaking too! You didn't stop!"
    Brock just stared at her blankly. "What?" he asked, bluntly.
    "You just fell down... and y-you were yelling for it to stop and not to come closer! I don't even know what you were yelling at! There was nothing there!"
    Brock had no idea what she was talking about. He didn't even remember how he got on the floor. "I just fell? I don't even rem-" A shout came from down the hallway. It was the voices of the men who had been trying to kill him earlier. "Oh god, Abby. We need to go. Now."
    Abby was still crying. They were both on the floor. As they got up they spotted the men down the hallway. Brock pulled the gun off his belt. He had reloaded back in the supply room. He had a full clip. "Abby, close you're eyes and cover your ears." Brock didn't want Abby to see this and the gun would be loud. She did as she was told.
    The men were closer now. There were only two this time. The one he'd stabbed wasn't with them. Brock held the gun up to man in the red vest. "Don't come any closer!" he shouted. "I'll shoot!" He meant it.
    Something was clutching the back of his leg. He looked back. Abby.
    The men also had guns and were wearing Kevlar vests. "You're the a*****e who stabbed Chuck! Whadda ya say we butcher you and give ya a taste of your own medicine?" yelled the commander as he shoved his machine gun back over his shoulder. He yanked a knife out of a sheathe on his belt. The other man followed his lead. They began dashing down the hallway at Brock and Abby. Brock fired two shots into the commander's upper left leg. He fell to the ground like a severed tree crashing down. Out came a scream of agony.
    His subordinate briefly turned around, looking at the man. Heh, I'm a pretty damn good shot. When the other wasn't looking, Brock fired two more shots in his direction, aiming for his head. The first missed, the second hit right on the mark. Blood spurted out and the man was finished.
    Brock checked on Abby again. She was still holding onto his leg. He pulled one of her hands off of her ear. "Abby, stay here. Don't open your eyes. Cover your ears again." Once she had done it, Brock walked down the hall towards the man on the floor, taking big steps. The man was screaming and begging for mercy. Brock knelt down beside the man in the vest and pulled the man's knife. It was an eight inch blade. He got behind the man, over his back and pulled his head back by his hair, putting the blade to his throat.
    The man began shaking and flailing his arms, wildly. "No! Don't!" he screamed, hysterically. Brock pressed the knife into his flesh. He flailed harder and faster, screaming louder.
    "You see that? You see her down there? Trying to kill a child, you sick b*****d? What the hell is wrong with you?" Brock demanded, pressing the knife even harder.
    Blood gushed out of the man's neck. "They told us to kill anyone we found! We're just following orders! We have to!"
    Brock pulled his hair harder. "Who? Who sent you!" When the men didn't answer Brock shoved his face into the ground, hard. "Who?"
    The man began to speak.