Not Just Another Number

What's Up With Sarah?

Christine's POV

I jerk the wheel to the right as I make a turn, almost causing the cart to topple over. Dustin and Erica sit up front with me while the "drugged trio", as I'm calling them, are laying in the back.

They all make an 'off' sound, trying to remain balanced. "Slow down, will ya?" Steve slurs. I roll my eyes and speed up. Robin laughs. "Yeah, what is this, the Indie 500?"

"It's 300."

"No dingus, it's 500!"

"300!"

"Let's say, a million!" Sarah interjects. They all bust out laughing, giving me a splitting headache. Please let this wear off soon. Erica turns to me after sending a glare towards the laughing teenagers.

"What is wrong with them?"

I shrug as I make another turn. "The Russians drugged them with something that was supposed to make them calm down, I'm guessing. Obviously, that didn't work!" I look back at the hall, spotting the elevator that brought us here.

I slam on the break, making everyone shoot forward a little. I breathe heavily, looking around at everyone. "Is everyone okay?" I get a few groans, but no one looks to be really hurt.

I nod at Erica and Dustin to follow me out of the cart. We rush over to the back and open it so the trio can get out. "C'mon, we gotta go. Now."

They just lie there, not moving. "Let's go!" Dustin yells, clapping his hands. Sarah whines, but gets out, making the other two follow. Dustin jogs up to the elevator door and uses a keycard he stole to open it.

I drag Robin and Sarah while Erica pushes Steve in to the elevator, and Dustin quickly shuts the doors. He presses a button and the elevator starts to shoot upward, making the three teenagers laugh hysterically.

Sarah falls down, a huge smile on her bloody face. "Woo! It's like a roller coaster!" She cheers. I shake my head and rub my temples.

I grab her arm and pull her up, keeping her close to me. "From here on out, you stay by my side. Alright?" I tell her. She nods and shoots little finger guns, but water comes out of her finger, shooting me directly in the face.

I close my eyes and wipe my face. "Why are they acting this way?" Dustin asks. I open my eyes and put my other arm on Sarah's shoulder, trying to balance her.

"I already told you. They were drugged." Dustin groans from where he's sitting. Steve is sitting next to him, touching his face and giggling.

Dustin sighs. "Now I know how Sarah feels."

"Boop!"

"Are they gonna die on us?"

"We all die, my strange little friend." Robin speaks up, creeping us all out. "It's just a matter of how... and when." So philosophical high? Not what we really need.

I shake Sarah's shoulder, making her look up at me sleepily. "You got your keys?"

"What keys?"

"Your car keys."

Her eyes widen. "Nope. They're gone."

"How are they gone? Shouldn't they be inside your bag?"

She snaps her fingers, as if she just remembered. "Right, yeah, I lost my bag."

"Where did you lose it?"

"In the elevator."

I look around and spot her bag under one of the boxes. I look over at Erica and point at it. "Grab that bag, it's got our ticket out of here." She nods and grabs it. She hands it over to me. I nod in thanks and put it over my shoulders.