150 miles left.
We made a pit stop to check on Ryan and Mike.
Mike had calmed down and Ryan immediately wanted to know how Parker was.
"He's sleeping, should be awake by the time we cross the border." I replied.
Mike nodded, understandingly.
After giving them more food and blankets, we started loading back into the car.
I stayed back to talk to Ryan.
"So, earlier you had a group chasing you?" I asked.
"Yeah, it was like ten guys. They had split off from another group when they saw us."
"Well doesn't that sound familiar."
"What? You saw something similar?"
"Ya, I'm pretty sure our group got the other half." I sighed "Those types of hostile groups seem to be everywhere."
"Where is the rest of your group? How's Devon doing?"
"He's fine."
"How about Julio? I miss that asshole."
I felt a wave of anger in my stomach. It wasn't Ryan's fault he didn't know. But the innocence of thinking Julio's alive was too much for me to handle.
"Devon made me come here. He said that it's what my brother would've wanted." I changed the subject.
"Oh, right. The leader brother you mentioned a while back. Is he no longer with us?"
The anger boiled inside me. What a stupid way to put it. No, Jordan isn't with us. He's dead. That's it. He's not 'somewhere better'. Neither is Julio. Or Juliette. Somewhere better is with us. Somewhere better isn't dead.
"No." I muttered. "He isn't."
"I'm sorry for your loss."
What a typical thing to say. I know he probably just doesn't know what else to say but 'I'm sorry for your loss'. Ryan never met Jordan. I guess they probably were in that group thing together but they never actually met. Ryan didn't know how close Jordan and I were. He can't possibly be sorry for my loss.
I opened my mouth to say something but Mark started yelling.
"Group of about a dozen flanking us!"
"Shit." I mumbled and reached into the supply crates.
I pulled out the emergency handgun Zack told me about.
"Get down!" I shouted at Mike and Ryan.
"We have to go, Jay!" Garry yelled.
"Start driving, then!" I yelled back.
The tarp on top of the storage and Ryan and Mike was unfastened. It would be so simple to shoot them.
The car started driving and the approaching group started shooting. I ran along side the car, firing back and using my free hand to tie the tarp down.
I got most of them done when I felt a sharp pain in my foot.
I started to limp and couldn't keep up with the car.
Another bullet impaled itself in my shoulder. I fell down from the impact and saw the blackness surrounding the edges of my vision. I'm no stranger to unconsciousness but I really didn't want it to win today. I fought every nerve in my body to do anything. Back off the road. Cover the wound. Lift a finger. Anything. The most I was able to do was blink.
A fuzzy object hovered over me and I realized my vision was blurry.
I scanned my brain for plans and only one thing came to mind.
I looked and the figure and used every ounce of my strength to reach up and bring its ear closer to my face.
"Please, help me."
Hey dere! Sadie here!
I'm super pissed rn.
Fact: when shit goes down in this book, it's probably because either I'm pissed or I just binge watched AHS/TWD and found a new way to off people :)
I've also found a new OTP :D it's from a completely different Minecraft series tho ;-;
It's called Syndisparklez (Syndicate x Captain Sparklez) and it's the cutest thing ever okay don't judge me.
(P.s. If you're looking for a new YouTube series I would seriously recommend Mianite. Join meeee *backs into shadows ominously*)
So, for the next few chapters I need extra names. It's not a contest or anything, I'll just see the first like 10 names I like and use them. (Some of them might die so don't blame me pls ;-;)
So if you want to just comment a name, any name, that would be awesome and I would appreciate it :D <3
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Fractured ⇔ Cube SMP (Sequel to Mirrors)
FanfictionA tear fell from my eyelash. "No, no, no! This isn't happening." =+= Jay is by herself, now, in the apocalyptic world. No one to help her. No one to save her. But how can she possibly manage? Maybe the question is: Will she possibly manage?