Cody let his feet pound against the grass, dirt, and rocks, his eyes wide and scared as he struggled through the brush and overall forest obstacles in the way of him and his escape. He heard the others screaming, and the compassionate part of him wanted to help, but the logical side told him to get the hell out of there.<br/><br/>He obeyed the logical side, but was soon grabbed and thrown to the ground in moments. He cried out as the side of his face was cut open by a rock on the ground. He felt the blood slip out, struggling slightly before getting a blow to the head, causing his world to go black.<br/><br/>Later, he woke up, and struggled against the bonds he found himself in, his blond shaggy hair falling over the cloth that was tied around his head, covering his eyes. His chest was now bare, stripped of its only covering, the simple shirt he had been wearing when he escaped. His mouth was gagged, so yelling profanities was useless. He still struggled with his bonds, gasping softly against the cloth, nostrils working to get him enough air so he didn't pass out. Why didn't he hear the others? Where the hell were they? Were they already dead? Were they dead lying next to him?<br/><br/>He heard the door open and had to force himself not to look in the direction of sound, forcing himself to breathe through his nose as he waited for whoever had walked in to talk and leave. He wasn't going to talk to them, no matter who they were.<br/><br/>Just...anyone but Uriah. He couldn't handle Uriah being able to take advantage of the position he was in right now. Cody couldn't fight back like he had done before. Not in this state. His fingers curled and uncurled, trying to retain some function, some blood circulation.