Only You
The deadbolts slid back into place with a definitive, echoing finality.
We were alone.
I immediately turned my attention across the dark room. "Greg! Greg, mate, can you hear me?" I shouted, my voice echoing off the damp brickwork.
There was absolutely no response. He remained slumped against the concrete pillar, completely dead to the world.
I frantically looked around the small radius my chain allowed. Sitting near my mattress was the small stash of supplies Bryce had left me. I grabbed a heavy plastic bottle of water, shuffled to the absolute furthest edge of my chain's reach, and hurled the bottle across the room.