Luri and Suri
Day turned to night, the land growing dark around the caravan. John's eyes opened for the first time in hours, inspecting his surroundings through the gaps in the cages metal bars.
'We stopped?' He mused. It had been the first time they had stopped since he had woken up.
'Are we stopping to resupply? Camp for the night? Or did they find something interesting like they did with me?' He wondered, standing up and walking to the cage bars.
He was still injured and weak, but standing up was far from a problem. He placed his hands on the bars near him, the chains on his feet scraping against the ground, metallic sounds echoing out.
"Shhh," a soft whisper sounded out from the other side of the cage. John glanced at the young girl, who had her finger to her lips, indicating for him to be quiet.