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As Zack rubbed his eyes to try and get rid of the white spots, a hand was placed on his shoulder. He instinctively shrunk away from the hand, thinking something bad was going to happen. But it didn't, all that happened was Sara asked what his favorite color was. That was a good question, what was his favorite color? Zack hadn't really thought about it before, it wasn't really important. After a moment of though he said, "Purple, I guess..." He didn't really know, but he didn't want to be punished for not answering.

He picked purple because people liked him because of his odd hair color. The slaves were loaded into different cars, something that confused Zack, but he wasn't going to question his master. He, himself was put in the same car as the man and Sara. As soon as the door was closed Zack's claustrophobia started kicking in. Usually it didn't bother him when he was in a cage, because he could see outside of it, reach through it, things like that. But being trapped inside this metal contraption with three other people was very different. Zack didn't like it. Automatically he hugged his knees to his chest and got as far away from the other people as he could.

The man stuck a hand out toward him. "I'm David, what's your name?" Zack had no idea why the man was stucking his hand out, he didn't know how to respond to it. So he simply looked down at his knees and said his name, "Zack." He hoped he didn't do something wrong with the hand, he had heard about some masters who would take any excuse to punish their slaves. Zack hoped he didn't get one of those masters.