Taylor’s P.O.V.
As soon as I had been brought into building B, I spotted Jed. So, thank God, at least those fuckers had been talking the truth when telling me that they had him in the first place. Even though I gasped at the sight of him. Jed looked awful, he was covered in bruises, dried blood sitting underneath his nose, one of his eyes was half shut from a massive black eye that he was sporting. And still, the little s**t had the audacity to smile once he saw me being dragged inside as if he was happy to see someone he knew. Or because he realised that is own salvation was near. He was lying on the concrete floor of the building, curled up in a ball like he would do as a kid when he was afraid of the thunder and lightning after a hot summer day. But despite me always looking out for hi
