Those in our group who had begun to dislike me, now disliked me even more. I was afraid that at somepoint they'd try to hurt me. The only person I could trust was Cayden, but now I couldn't go out on raids with him anymore, I was beginning to see him less. I was being left as vulnerable. Anyone could come and kill me. 

When Cayden did return from his recent raid, I stuck by his side like a leech, in a good way. I begged he didn't leave again, and hoped that when the time came, he would not go on the next raid.

"Please don't go on the next raid. I'm starting to feel scared and alone without you." I begged one evening.

"It's OK, Mykle. There won't be another raid for a while." he replied.

Kaila had said that what was gathered in the recent raid would last us just over a month, so we were good for now. As that month progressed, I began to bore from only ever seeing the dull warehouse, and from rarely being able to go outside. I understood that the group was trying to protect me, but couldn't they just relax? Just a little? My arm was covered, so I'd be fine. Why couldn't I leave for just an hour?

 When boredom finally took over, and I was fed up of being stuck, I climbed out of the window and began to head towards the spot by the river. My peaceful loneliness didn't last as long as I'd wished it to. Cayden found me half an hour later and told me that everyone had gotten worried, because they couldn't find me. After another 30 minutes, we returned to the warehouse, and Kaila lectured me for leaving. I told her I wouldn't go again, but I knew that wasn't going to stay. Cayden also realised this.

A week before the end of a month, Cayden snuck me out, more successfully than last time. He took me to a beautiful spot that looked over most of the city - I'd never been to the space before. It was breath-taking.

"I know that we discussed this, so it won't be much of a suprise, but..." he lowered himself onto one knee, and I knew what he was about to do. Cayden pulled a golden-coloured ring out from his pocket and asked,

"Will you marry me?" 

We both knew my reply, but it was still a little shocking. I'd never thought that he'd meant it. To confirm my answer I kissed him. Cayden slipped the ring over my left ring finger, and then embraced me in a tight hug. I ran my fingers through his golden-blonde hair and whispered 'I love you' in his ear. 

We didn't stay outisde for much longer, afraid we might be found by the others, or the police.

The next day, what I wished would never come, came - we ran out of supplies - earlier than expected. Cayden told Kaila he wanted to stay behind to protect me, but she insisted he went, so in the end he had to give in. Yet again, I was left vulnerable. That first night, I hid myself under the covers, scared someone might come for me. This continued throughout the time of the raid. It lasted over a week, and I began to worry about Cayden, but I knew he would return. He always did. On the seventh day, I calmed down slightly and went on with my jobs inside the warehouse like usual, and I didn't leave the building. 

That evening, I was alone yet again, but not forever. At around 11pm, I heard a few sets of footsteps coming closer to the door into my room. Maybe Cayden and the others were back? No. Kaila would have called me into the main room if that was the case. I hid under the covers, afraid. I heard as the door opened, and pulled back when a set of hands began to tug at the sheets. The tugger won, but I never got to see his face. A cloth was put over my mouth, and before I knew it, I was in a deep sleep. Unaware of what was going on.

I couldn't feel much after that. I only registered that I was in a vehicle after it jolted over a speed bump. There wasn't much light around me when I finally opened my eyes, but I did manage to realise I was most likely in a van. There was no way to know where I was or where I was going, but I did know who my company was.

"What are we going to do with them?" said a female voice - I recognised it as Katie - Kaila's sister.

"Kill them, probably. It depends what he tells us." replied a low, male voice. It was Francis.

"Very funny, Francis. They can probably hear us now. Don't scare them." Katie warned.

"What are you going to do with them?" Francis asked a thrid person. 

"You'll see." responded a third voice - a voice I did not know. When the van stopped, and the doors into where I had been for the last however long were opened, I could see that it was sunrise, we were at the edge of the city, and I could see the faces of Francis and Katie. The other person was not around. I was dragged out of the van, and carried over to a random, out-of-place bungalow. They took me inside, but before I could see what was in the house, I was put to sleep again.