Zach woke up in a musty cell. There`s a small window, but it`s barred. Confused to how he got there, he retraced his steps.

They were in the town and then,-
"Oh no."
He realized that he indeed was captured. The bruises on him indicated he was dragged for quite the distance. He wasn`t bound, which was odd. One should keep their captive immobile. With nothing to do, Zach took a nap, hoping to get this over with.

What seemed like minutes later, the rusted door opened. The door screeched as it pivoted on its rusty hinges. Two figures entered.

Zach only saw their feet, as he was sleeping on his side moments earlier.
The blinding light outside gave no help to analyzing the people.

A cold tip of metal prodded his temple. It was a gun.
"Up, boy. The big man wants to see you."
"Where is this place?"
"Shut up! I don`t care is he wants you alive. I`ll just shoot you here, and say you attempted to escape."

Zach rose too quick and lost his balance. By instinct, he reached out to the wall for help. The wall provided little aid. It was slick and oily.

Zach rubbed his nose, and sniffed the oil. It was gasoline! Why was this whole place coated with this stuff?

"You better haul some ass kid, or I`ll let this gun give me some free time."

Zach sauntered off, not knowing how he going to get out of this one. The corriders were lacking in brightness. That odor still remained. In fact, every square inch seemed to be covered with gas. The lights to provide illumination were not fire based. Zach guessed that it was to prevent a big fire.

Their little walk ended as they turned to a big, fanciful room. Large tables of food were laid out, and exotic dancers entertained in skimpy outfits. Men stood everywhere, armed with simple assault rifles, others with machetes.

At the back wall was a throne. A big, globby man slouched over one of the throne`s arms, his fist pressed into his cheek.
"There`s my little prize!"
The two escorts pushed Zach to the man.