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Oliver continued on, he was all scraped up, muddy, he was hungry, and was extremely cold. He just wanted his family.

He had been walking for so long, he had barely stopped, sleep was impossible. Two days ago Oliver's family was attacked by a dog. He escaped, but his parents and brother weren't so lucky. It was night again, he was so tired. He wanted to rest, but froze when he heard noise. But it wasn't like anything he'd ever heard before, there was rumbling, beeping, and people talking. Oliver almost cried in relief, borrowers, he found borrowers! But they were too loud to be borrowers. He ran through a bush and into a clearing. Oliver froze.

Giants. There were giants everywhere. With a shriek he realized that they were humans. He scrambled back only to trip over a loose rock. Suddenly a human's foot started to come down on top of him, "Stop! Please don't step on me!" Oliver cried. The foot froze mid air. Oliver curled up into a ball. The foot retreated and the human kneeled down. Oliver hesitantly peaked up at the human, he was met with shocked green eyes.

Oliver took his chances. He jumped to his feet and sprinted, he was about to make it to the bush when something grabbed the back of his shirt. It yanked him back. He fell hard on his back, he realized that it was the human's fingers. They started to lift him up, Oliver desperately clawed at the cement to get away, he didn't want to get eaten!

His attempts were fruitless though, all he did was scratch up his hands. The human's dragged him through the air. It made Oliver's stomach tickle, he closed his eyes and squirmed in the human's grasp. The human didn't stop until Oliver was eye level with him. Oliver stopped struggling when he realized how high up he was. He looked at the ground and then back up at the human's eyes, which were examining him. The human looked a few years older than Oliver, nine, or ten.

Tears burned Oliver's eyes as he tried to avoid looking down. Just then Oliver realized that he was slipping right out his shirt. The human didn't seem to notice though, he was too shocked by the whole situation. "N-No!" Oliver cried as he tried to grab onto the human's giant fingers. He didn't want to be held but he didn't want to die either. But it was no use, Oliver slipped right out of his shirt and started to plummet towards the ground, the human tried to catch him but missed.

Oliver slammed into the hard unforgiving cement. His head slammed into the concrete, his knees and elbows were scraped raw, and bleeding. His head was pounding, and suddenly the human grabbed him again, this time in a loose fist. He felt like vomiting, but there was nothing in his stomach.

"N-No please. I don-don't want to d-die." Oliver murmured as he tried to push away the human's fingers. Suddenly he was falling again, he expected to hit the cement again, but instead landed in a hammock like room, his pocket. The human had dropped him into a pocket. Oliver watched as the human closed the flap of the pocket and he heard a click. He could only assume that the human buttoned it.

The pocket started to sway and Oliver knew that the human was walking. He wanted to fight, to struggle, to climb out of the pocket. But he was too tired, in too much pain, too cold. Something hot and sticky slid down his face. He brought to fingers up to his face and wiped some of it off, he looked at his now bloodied fingers.

Oliver started to cry, tears mixed with blood and poured down his face. He sobbed silently as memories of his family flooded his mind, and how he would never see them again, how he was going to be tortured, he cried harder and He didn't bother to wipe it away. He curled into a ball in the warmest corner of the pocket.

Out if no where the human's hand crushed him against the human's chest. Oliver groaned in agony. His ribs ached and his lungs begged for oxygen. The human's hand retreated and Oliver greedily gulped for air. He hated this. He hated feeling so helpless, so pathetic. Suddenly the human stopped walking and lowered slightly, it was if he was taking a seat. Then they were moving again, but this time faster. The human's heart started to speed up and his breaths came in faster.

Oliver started to shake, where was he? He went back to the same corner of the pocket.

Oliver felt like dying. He was so tired, so weak. He was going to die. His eyes lids felt so heavy, like they were being weighed down by lead. And his head. His head was pounding, throbbing. He curled up in a ball and gave in to darkness.

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Oliver continued on, he was all scraped up, muddy, he was hungry, and was extremely cold. He just wanted his family.

He had been walking for so long, he had barely stopped, sleep was impossible. Two days ago Oliver's family was attacked by a dog. He escaped, but his parents and brother weren't so lucky. It was night again, he was so tired. He wanted to rest, but froze when he heard noise. But it wasn't like anything he'd ever heard before, there was rumbling, beeping, and people talking. Oliver almost cried in relief, borrowers, he found borrowers! But they were too loud to be borrowers. He ran through a bush and into a clearing. Oliver froze.

Giants. There were giants everywhere. With a shriek he realized that they were humans. He scrambled back only to trip over a loose rock. Suddenly a human's foot started to come down on top of him, "Stop! Please don't step on me!" Oliver cried. The foot froze mid air. Oliver curled up into a ball. The foot retreated and the human kneeled down. Oliver hesitantly peaked up at the human, he was met with shocked green eyes.

Oliver took his chances. He jumped to his feet and sprinted, he was about to make it to the bush when something grabbed the back of his shirt. It yanked him back. He fell hard on his back, he realized that it was the human's fingers. They started to lift him up, Oliver desperately clawed at the cement to get away, he didn't want to get eaten!

His attempts were fruitless though, all he did was scratch up his hands. The human's dragged him through the air. It made Oliver's stomach tickle, he closed his eyes and squirmed in the human's grasp. The human didn't stop until Oliver was eye level with him. Oliver stopped struggling when he realized how high up he was. He looked at the ground and then back up at the human's eyes, which were examining him. The human looked a few years older than Oliver, nine, or ten.

Tears burned Oliver's eyes as he tried to avoid looking down. Just then Oliver realized that he was slipping right out his shirt. The human didn't seem to notice though, he was too shocked by the whole situation. "N-No!" Oliver cried as he tried to grab onto the human's giant fingers. He didn't want to be held but he didn't want to die either. But it was no use, Oliver slipped right out of his shirt and started to plummet towards the ground, the human tried to catch him but missed.

Oliver slammed into the hard unforgiving cement. His head slammed into the concrete, his knees and elbows were scraped raw, and bleeding. His head was pounding, and suddenly the human grabbed him again, this time in a loose fist. He felt like vomiting, but there was nothing in his stomach.

"N-No please. I don-don't want to d-die." Oliver murmured as he tried to push away the human's fingers. Suddenly he was falling again, he expected to hit the cement again, but instead landed in a hammock like room, his pocket. The human had dropped him into a pocket. Oliver watched as the human closed the flap of the pocket and he heard a click. He could only assume that the human buttoned it.

The pocket started to sway and Oliver knew that the human was walking. He wanted to fight, to struggle, to climb out of the pocket. But he was too tired, in too much pain, too cold. Something hot and sticky slid down his face. He brought to fingers up to his face and wiped some of it off, he looked at his now bloodied fingers.

Oliver started to cry, tears mixed with blood and poured down his face. He sobbed silently as memories of his family flooded his mind, and how he would never see them again, how he was going to be tortured, he cried harder and He didn't bother to wipe it away. He curled into a ball in the warmest corner of the pocket.

Out if no where the human's hand crushed him against the human's chest. Oliver groaned in agony. His ribs ached and his lungs begged for oxygen. The human's hand retreated and Oliver greedily gulped for air. He hated this. He hated feeling so helpless, so pathetic. Suddenly the human stopped walking and lowered slightly, it was if he was taking a seat. Then they were moving again, but this time faster. The human's heart started to speed up and his breaths came in faster.

Oliver started to shake, where was he? He went back to the same corner of the pocket.

Oliver felt like dying. He was so tired, so weak. He was going to die. His eyes lids felt so heavy, like they were being weighed down by lead. And his head. His head was pounding, throbbing. He curled up in a ball and gave in to darkness.