Trust+your+best+friend

You extend your hand and meet his hand in a firm shake. You have known John the entirety of your life. He has never done you wrong and as long as you can remember he has always had a significant influence in your life. Why stop now?

"John," you say in a broken spirit. "Please tell me...what is this?"

"Well," he answers "It is complicated, pal. I've been contracted by the government and it is time for my pay off."

"What does this have to do with me!?" You reply

"There is a vault acrost the street that only ourselves and the president know about. And you do to. You're the one with the code. Think of your childhood"

"What are you talking about, John!? I grew up in Baltimore! You were there."

"No, you were adopted. Remember!?

but you don't remember. You can't remember. This interrogation and confusion goes on for hours

days

weeks

you are fed and given water but that is it. Your so called friend John stops appearing.

Eventually so do the others.

And so does the food

You are alone. All you can do is wait it out for a help that might come one day. If your still alive.