SAM
Our imprisonment was a blessing in disguise. All night a battle rages and the only thing we can do is listen as the creatures wreck havoc on John and his group.
Screams, wails and shouting dominate through out the night and when I finally get some sleep some fracas is still going on upstairs.
“What do you think will happen to us?" Nelson breaks the silence. We have spent all the day and night in silence with Nelson's head held in his hands most of the time.
Even the noises outside don't move him from this position. Stress is slowly eating him up.
The two young men keep on bringing us food and water but he has not taken a single bite, only a few sips of water and I fear if he continues like this his health might be affected.
“How is your shoulder?" I ask him.
He says nothing, hi
