"Oskar!" I screamed his name desperately. He couldn't be dead. Even though his blood was pooling on the floor, I couldn't accept it.

Everything moved in slow motion. Tears dripped from my chin as I pulled against the metal shackles. My body ached from the infusion, but I writhed anyway. I had to help him. He couldn't die. Who would take care of me?

A commanding voice spoke in a foreign language. I recognized it as English, but my English was rusty. The language was never used in the facility. Footsteps echoed around the room as I continued to scream for Oskar. My chest ached.

"It's okay. I'm going to get you out of here," the soldier spoke perfect German as he came into view. His intense brown eyes looked down at me and my screams stopped. He released the strap around my head. Looking around I only spotted one other soldier. He was digging through the doctors files.

"Do you know how to get these off?" The dark eyed soldier asked as he grabbed onto the cables attached to my back. I said nothing, a numbness came over me. Cables pulled out of my back, one by one. The soldier didn't hesitate to free me from the chair.

As soon as the shackles released I pushed past the soldier to where Oskar laid on the floor. Falling to my knees I grabbed onto his chest. My tears flowed freely as I shook him, my chest tightened.

"Why Oskar? You should have killed me first. How could you leave me?" I said. A sliver of light reflected off the gun on the floor. The gun Oskar had used to kill himself. In that moment I wanted to join him. To be free from the cruel world I had lived in for so long.

I grabbed the gun, but as soon as it was in my hand the dark eyed soldier knocked it away. Pain exploded from my hand in the place where he had hit me and the gun slid across the floor. I cried out from the pain. Why wouldn't they just let me die?

A warm blanket wrapped tightly around me, trapping my hands against my chest. The dark eyed soldier pulled me to my feet and lifted me over his shoulder. He gave commands to the other soldier, something about time and leaving.

With my arms trapped I was helpless to resist as the soldier carried me from the room. My body was weak from the infusion and begged for sleep. Struggling would be useless so I gave in. The soldiers footsteps echoed as they jogged down the hall.

Every vibration from the soldier's movement magnified the ache in my muscles. Hanging over his shoulder all I could see was the floor. The familiar painted lines taunted me, reminding me of my time with Oskar and the Doctor.

When the tile floor turned into a rusty stairwell breath caught in my throat. I had never been beyond the halls. At least not that I could remember. Was life better on the outside? It had to be. But what if it wasn't? What if these soldiers wanted to experiment on me too?

I wiggled against the soldier as we passed through a doorway. There were shelves full of boxes around us. Were we still in the facility? I realized I should wait until we were outside to try to break free, otherwise I would end up back in the Doctor's chair.

There were two soldiers waiting in the storage room. They asked questions that I couldn't quite understand, but the soldier carrying me silenced them. He must have been their leader. The group moved together through another doorway at the commands of the dark eyed soldier.

I stared at the paved road beneath the soldier's feet as he carried me. Even though we were on a road, I was sure we weren't out of the facility yet. Concrete surrounded us. We were in a tunnel underground.

My body shivered when the cold evening air hit me. The soldier had wrapped me in a blanket, but my legs were still exposed. It was dark outside. I spotted trees and almost cried. When was the last time I had been outside? The cold air smelled fresh as I inhaled it deeply. I was free.

The soldier sat me down on the grassy hill. His intense brown eyes looking me over as he made a call over a radio. At least I assumed there was a radio somewhere, otherwise he was talking to himself. He touched something in his ear. Was that the radio?

"A helicopter is coming to pick us up. I'm going to tie this rope around you so you can be lifted up safely," the dark eyed soldier said. His companions were looking to the sky.

"Helicopter?" I asked, not recognizing the word.

His eyes widened, but he wrapped his black rope around me. He tied it around my waist and thighs, making a loop on the front side. The blanket loosed enough for me to get my arms free, but I held it wrapped around my chest. A low hum came from above. Looking up, the floating aircraft was easy to see. I had never seen anything like it. The world had advanced while I was held prisoner.

"Helicopter?" I asked again. This time the soldier nodded with a slight smile.

Metal cables fell from the sky and the soldiers grabbed them. A click caught my attention as the dark eyed soldier hooked both of us to a cable. He held the cable with one hand, while his other arm wrapped around my lower back, holding me tightly to him.

"Hold on," he said as the cable pulled taut.

We were lifted into the air and my stomach dropped. Gripping tightly to the cable I focused on the soldiers face. I never cared for heights and was afraid to look down. My heart raced as my body trembled.

The soldiers pulled us into the helicopter, closing the door behind us. A female pilot seemed to argue with the dark eyed soldier as the men took their seats. His words silenced her. He pulled me with him as he sat in the seat next to her. Forcing me to sit on his lap, he snapped straps in place around us.

My thoughts raced as the helicopter moved. The land below passed by quickly. Where were we going? Why was everyone so quiet? I got the distinct feeling that the other soldiers didn't want me there. They didn't seem to have planned for me to depart with them. Maybe they hadn't been after me at all?

I relaxed into the soldiers chest, closing my eyes. The Americans had saved me on accident. My body gave in to the exhaustion and I drifted into the peacefulness of sleep.