I look around unsure if I had been transported into an armory as weapons seems to be everywhere guns I can hardly know the names, grenades, kinves, daggers, mention it anything could be found in here apart from an atomic bomb and I won't be so sure about one not being in here.

"Move your ass lil bitch" a voice yells from behind.

I look to the man who had dragged me all the way here not minding me being hurt or my bleeding side, covering up my side which has been dripping of blood.

"Would you walk down here or would you stand staring around and have me hit...