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into the back behind the seats. They have to take us.  I don't wanna get left.”   My sister gets into the car and climbs behind the back seat.  I start to go in, but then I see a gun.  I hesitate, but it’s too late, my sister is already in.  I follow her and sit behind the back seat.  I put my arm over her and we lean our backs against it.  We’ll be hard to see now.
                  I hear them get in.  My mind is still focused on the gun; it scares me.  I hold my sister tighter and put my finger to my lips.  She nods at me.  I won't let anyone hurt my twin sister, and I know she won't let anyone hurt me.
                  Everything gets dark as we enter the tunnel.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6: Jocelyn
                  I hope Jon is alright.  He will be.  He always manages to take care of himself.
                  I fold the knife and put it in my pocket after wiping the blood off with a rag in the glove compartment.  Just wiping it once removed any trace of it from the blade.  The knife may come in handy in the future and if my brother has a gun, I at least want a knife.  Although, maybe I should take the gun if it’s going to keep bothering him.  I know it must be difficult for him to even have it in his pocket.
                  We travel through the tunnel.  Occasionally, he swerves around cars that are stopped in the middle.  Some have their door open, and some do not.  My curiosity asks me to look inside, but I am afraid as to what I may find.  More dead? People who died from the disease, or worse, people who were killed after?
                  The car begins to approach the other side of the tunnel.  More light begins to pour into the car as the entrance gets closer.  I look over toward my brother. He has both hands firmly on the wheel and a dead stare locked on the road ahead.
                  As my eyes adjust I wonder why I am not a mess over this hostage thing, but then I see something that wrenches my attention...
                  Mud.
                  It's on the center console, and I don't remember it being there when my brother reached for a gun behind it.  And I remember that moment very well.  I turn my head toward the backseat.  There is nothing there except for a little more mud that seems to drag up on the back of the seat.  Those are footprints.  Someone is in the car.  I glance over to Jon.  His eyes are still fixed on the road ahead. He is slowing down since we are about to exit the tunnel.  I guess he is afraid of any surprises.  I can feel my heart begin to beat through my chest as I look toward the back seat.
                  Whoever it is must be hiding behind the seat in the cargo space.  Someone really quiet, too, if he or she managed to slip in without us noticing at the bridge.  Probably someone smart.  Maybe someone deadly.
                  “Jon can we pull over up here, I am not feeling well now.”  He gives me a frustrated look.  The area looks pretty safe.  There are only a few vacant cars on the side of the road and some paper flying in the wind.  “Please Jon, it's really important.”  I squeeze his right arm and our eyes meet.  His jaw loosens, and his eyes tighten; he now knows something’s amiss.  He pulls to the side of the road and lets me out.  He follows beside me.  We both shut the car doors.
                  “What's wrong?” he whispers as he grabs my shoulders.
                  “There's someone in the back...”  I mumble through my teeth.  Instantly, Jon digs back out the gun.  I go for the knife and keep my hand in my pocket clutching the handle.  We walk slowly around the car, hunched over so that we’re below the window line.
                  “Get behind me.” Jon commands, quietly.  He prepares the gun in his right hand as he reaches