Chapter 2. Keep moving

is in a room alone, he gains his conscious and realizes he is still naked. However, this time he is tied up to a chair.  The room is small, the dangling ceiling light is bright enough to see the door in front of him. the door opens and in comes Zamin with two other men.  Zamin lights a cigarette and nods his head. The two insurgents in the room took this as the signal and remove the bag off of Roys head.

SSgt Roy is staring at Zamin, his eyes are glaring into Zamins eyes with hatred. He doesn't move a muscle, his heart is pumping, his back is straight on the chair, his chin is up, his chest is protruding out like a boss. He is ignoring the grin from Zamin and the pain on his head from the earlier blow. His mouth is twitching in disgust like a pissed off dog, his hands are squeezing the rope with anger. SSgt Roy is getting even more mad with the fact that he cant do anything. Zamin walks up to Roy and slaps him.

In another room, private Rogers also tied on a chair, naked. His head is leaning back with his mouth open. He is slouched on the chair in pain. Rogers then gains conscious, he slowly moves his head forward and sees nothing but a dangling dimmed light and a door. His eyes are trying to focus, so he blinks fast to clear his view. The pain on the back of his head eventually creeps up on him and reminds him of the extreme situation he is in. Rogers then looks forward and see the door open. However, nobody comes in. He is waiting for something to happen. His eyes are 100 percent focused on the only possible way of escape. Rogers moves his hands, however, the tight knots are impossible to remove.

Rogers is struggling to remove the knots when Zamin walks into the room; clapping in joy and says, "My personal favorite American soldier, how are you doing?". Rogers looks at him and says nothing. Zamin walks to Rogers and looks directly into his eyes, nose to nose and says, " Its about that time we play our game."

Rogers in rage, head butts Zamin in the face and breaks his nose. Zamin moves back in pain and yells at Rogers, grabs his nose and tries to stop the bleeding with his hands.

    Two guards run into the room and see their leader bleeding. One of them tries to help Zamin, while the other kicks Rogers in the chest. Rogers falls backwards bumping his head on the floor. One of his hands snapped and broke from the weight of his body. Rogers screams in pain. The guard ignores him and kicks him harder and harder. The guard almost beat him to death. Zamin walks out the room with the other man, the abusive guard with Rogers stops kicking him and walks away; leaving Rogers on the ground sideways, tied up and now with a broken hand.

Rogers is quenching in pain, his hand is completely broken. He was getting queasy from the unbearable pain. Rogers screamed in agony. The pain was slowly creeping up his forearm and to his elbow. Rogers rolls over, his face is down and the chair and broken arm are above him. His training kicked in when he realizes the pain would be less painful when the blood is not circulating to the injured area.

It took at least one hour of agonizing pain for Rogers hand to feel numb. He is

tired; his stomach is growling like if a thunder storm is warming up in his abdomen. Rogers face is buried to the ground; his eyes are barely open and his breathing is uncontrollably rapid. Rogers is in so much pain, he decides to close his eyes and pray, " Dear God, please don't let it end this way, I am asking you from the bottom of my heart, please."  Rogers falls asleep.

The hours pass by and Rogers is lying on the ground. Not moving and in the dark. The door opens and two guards walk in slowly. They look at Rogers and then at each other. The guards start talking to each other and pointing at Rogers, one of the guards pushes the other towards Rogers, he moves back and pushes the other. They both were thinking the same thing, but none of them wanted to see for themselves.  One of the guards then reaches for his weapon while the other reaches for his radio.

The guard with the weapon is walking closer to Rogers aiming his AK47. The other guard is next to the door, speaking through the radio and pointing at Rogers. The two guards are skeptical to the fact that Rogers is dead; then they both came to a conclusion to check on the body, together. One of the guard decides to move to Rogers right while the other takes his left side. Their weapons are aiming at Rogers head, one of the guards notices Rogers purple-colored swollen hand and growls in disgust. The two guards move closer to Rogers, they kneel next to the body and analyze the body. the guard on the left notices he can't move the body and still hold his weapon, so he gives his weapon to the other guard.

The unarmed guard gets closer to Rogers; he bends over to see if the body is still breathing. As his head gets closer to Rogers head, he is looking up at the other guard and whispers something Arabic.

Rogers opens his eyes, takes advantage of the moment and swings to his right. The armed guard is hit with the chair across his head and gets knocked down. The guard on the left is so close to Rogers, therefore, the private decides to head butt the guard breaking his nose. The guard falls back, screams in pain while grabbing his nose. Rogers then keeps turning right to the other guard, smacking him as hardest as he can with the chair until the chair breaks or the guard is unconscious.

The chair breaks, Rogers hands are lose. He punches the guard to his right in the face, and rolls over toward the unmanned AK47s. The guard with the broken nose is still in pain, however he realizes his prisoner is loose, with a weapon and aiming it at him. Rogers cocks the handle back and pulls the trigger. The armed guard gets shot first, his face tears apart from the 7.62 caliber bullets. The unarmed guard raises his hands and surrenders. Rogers gets up and walks to the guard, grabs him, picks him up, grabs his neck and walks with him out the door.

Rogers is holding the guard hostage as he walks with him down a long hallway. He looks around for an escape route. His eyes are scanning down the hall and all the doors to his left and right. He keeps moving forward until he realizes the end of the hallway was another door. He then stops in the middle, looks at the guards and points, then says, "Where!?...where? We out, Where?,". Rogers looks at the eyes of his prior guard and notices their lack of communication is never going to free him.

Rogers keeps walking towards the end of the hallway and reaches the door, he makes the guard open the door by moving his hands on the doorknob. The guard opens the door and pushes it.  Rogers pushes the guard through the door. He walks into another room with windows, the sunlight is shining through, he looks through the windows as sees freedom. He feels better with the choices he made. He realizes the guard he is holding hostage is not only worthless; he will slow him to down too. He snaps his neck and kills him.

He lays the body on the ground and runs toward the windows. He looks around the room and sees papers on the tables that look like intel. He grabs the papers and places them in a garbage bag in the garbage. He grabs a chair, throws it through the window and jumps out. He is feeling nervous, his heart is pumping in excitement, his hand is still broken; however, the happiness he is feeling is making him not pay attention to it. He runs. he's naked, He jumps over hurdles of sheep and jumps over a small fence. He continues to run. Nothing feels better than to run from death, he keeps running and says, " Oh God, I'm free". He is naked; he is alone, he is in a third world country, behind enemy lines and no chance of communication.

To be continued...