"I'm Ella. I know you're mad I'm here, but I'm lost! Everyone on my street has disappeared, and I KNOW I'm next. I ran away from home, and I got lost. Please let me stay here!" Ella exclaimed.
"Fine, but if you cause any trouble or show yourself to my father, you'll be out of here in a blink of an eye," Trevor replied.
Ella nodded seriously, letting Trevor know that she respected his rules, and would obey them.
Tervor gave the homeless man a sideways glance. "What about you?" Trevor asked.
"I'm Colton. I've been living on your front lawn for weeks, getting leftover food from your trashcan. My family left me when they were ecsaping because they thought they were next. They were wrong. They sold the house I lived in to a family from Free Town. They have stayed there, and are still there. My family is in Arizona now. They forgot me here. I was nine then, and now I'm nineteen," Colton said sadly.
Trevor's face, which was once happy, turned into a lip quivering tragedy. He tried to hold back his tears as he said, "You can stay."
Suddenly, Trevor heard footsteps by his front door. "Aarf! Aarf!" Buttons barked. Something was terribly wrong.
"Stay still," a deep voice said. Trevor knew that this voice came from a guard that was sent to take someone to the unknown place.
"Get off me!" yelled a high pitched voice.
"You can't take us!" a man said. The voices yelled over a cry that must have come from a little boy.
Ella's mouth flew open. She began with a weep, but ended with her face drenched in tears.
" Th-that was my family," she sobbed. She reached for the doorknob, when Trevor grabbed her arm.
"You can't go out there. They'll take you too," Trevor told Ella. She whipped around angrily, but she could only find concern and protection in Trevor's eyes. She knew that she couldn't go on. Then, she sat down on a chair with regret.
Trevor looked her right in the eyes and said confidently, "We're going to rescue them."
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