POV, you're Zuma, AU, Ship

You've been at home most of the day. Talked today only with Chase and Marshall, who was more nervous than usual today. Nothing foreshadowed trouble, everything was calm and you were sitting in your room reading your favorite comic book. But suddenly you hear a scream from the street and it worries you. Abandoning all your business, you hurriedly go outside. It was pretty dark and too quiet, sooo quiet... There was no one, because it was already evening. Shrugging your shoulders, you turn around to return home, but suddenly you feel a blow to the head and lose consciousness. It is not known how long you were out until you opened your eyes in a dark room, or rather a basement. "Well, well, well... I see someone has already woken up, right?" Rocky was standing in the corner, holding a bat in his hand with nails stuck in it. Getting used to the darkness, you were able to notice that your friend was covered in blood and a bat too... You immediately realized something was wrong here.