"Oh good, you're awake," Roman walked in Zion's room. Still dazed, he looked up slowly at the man, who looked a lot like Jackson. Zion eyed the man closely, finding far too many faults with his appearance. Zion wasn't tied to anything, but he chose to remain sitting on the bed. "You're friends with Emmett, isn't it?" He asked, standing by the foot of the bed.
Zion didn't say anything, watching the man closely. "Okay, we're not talking,"
"How the f**k do you think I'm supposed to hear you when they took my earpiece?" Zion snapped, already aware that this wasn't Jackson. It clicked to him that it wasn't Jackson either, who attacked him in his room and dragged him to whatever this place is. "Who the f**k are you?" He asked, looking him up and down.
"I thought you knew," he said shrugging.
