The Sigma Bros have a surprise for us

“Don’t move!” Somebody yells from the trees. About twenty guys who I assume are Sigma brothers come out of the woods. They’re dressed in black and wearing ski masks. I notice some of them have pistols. This is obviously a prank.

“Hey man, those aren’t real guns.” Colt tells one of them. “The barrel’s too small.”

“Just shut up and go along with it.” One of the dudes hisses at him.

“Those are just BB guns you spray painted.”

The dude with the mask shoots Colt in the thigh with a BB.

“Ah fuck!” Colt yelps. He shoots him in the same spot two more times. “Fuck! Shit! That hurt man!”

“Shut up, pledge!”

The guys go down the line and zip tie all of our hands behind our backs.

“Move. Follow the line.”

They lead us down the trail, and into the school bus, which stands idling in the yard. Tony sits at the driver’s seat, a bottle of beer in his hand.

“Front of the line, start filling in the seats!”

I end up on an aisle seat in the second row next to Colt. Peter ends up in the aisle opposite me, just slightly behind.

“No talking!” One of them yells at us, and they walk down the aisle of the bus, putting black bags over everyone’s heads. I take a deep breath to calm myself before they put one on me.

That’s it. I have no idea where they’re taking us.

The bus screeches to life and backs onto the road, before speeding up, taking tons of sharp and rough turns over the next several minutes, before skidding to a halt, running over some bumps, and stopping. I hear the engine shut off and the door open.

About a minute later, footsteps come up the stairs, and I hear two taps, and a voice.

“Come.”

More footsteps go down the steps. We sit, and wait. What feels like five minutes later, footsteps come again. One tap on the other side of the aisle.

“Come.”

More footsteps.

More sitting. I can’t tell how much time is passing.

More footsteps come. One tap.

“Come.”

We sit for some more time. I hear footsteps come up the stairs again. This time, they come closer and closer. I feel a hand tap my shoulder.

“Come.”