The town they pulled up to was an old deserted mining community. A ghost town, Jennifer thought. The jeeps drove straight into an abandoned mine. The young couple muscled Max from the jeep to a mine shaft that led to a comfortably furnished room.<br/><br/>They told Jenn that they had discovered this and furnished it. That no one ever came here and it was totally  safe.  They then did something quite unexpected. They fished out the first aid kit, showed Jennifer where the camp stove and groceries were and how to work the hand pump for water. Aiden told her if they were in an extreme emergency to blow out the lantern and moan. and then they left.<br/><br/>Jenn heard the revving of engines and what sounded like racing around and around. The sound of the motors began to dwindle  then die.<br/><br/>"Max, I think they left us. I hope they will come back." Jennifer whispered to Max. He lay on the cot, eyes closed. breathing deeply. He felt cool to the touch so Jennifer took a deep breath and pulled the hoodie up. His chest was a mass of bruises and his arm had a neat hole in the bicep but other than that, as long as he didn't have internal bleeding, he should recover. Jennifer cleaned the wound and wrapped it in gauze.<br/><br/>After she finished doing the best she could for him, she found the bottle of ibuprofen, pumped a glass of water. She took a sip and found it cold and sweet.<br/>"Here, baby, take these and take a drink." She lifted his head and Max obeyed as if in a daze. After he swallowed six of the pills, he lay back. Jennifer covered him with a wool blanket that was tossed over the end of the cot.