Daylight Savings

Chapter 3

-3rd POV, Jay-

As they start running away from their room, a deafening alarm starts to ring out across the island. "What's that?" Jay yells as Isa starts to shake her head, trying to say that she couldn't hear him. She hasn't really answered verbally since, well since whatever had attacked them. 'Could it be about that thing we just saw? Well whatever it is, it can't be good.' Jay thought to himself. They've been running for a solid few minutes and Jay could tell that the both of them were getting out of breath but he pushed them forward, knowing that it wouldn't hurt to get as far as they can from it.

Beside him he sees Isa stumble, catching herself and continues running. With her continued silence, the cut on her neck hasn't stopped flowing yet, the cloth they wrapped around it seeming to at least slow it down. Isa now had one long pant while the other was torn up, a bit of it would flap around with each step. Since they had run out of the room with only what they had on them, there was nothing else they could use in the short time they had. He had been keeping a close eye on her because of this, her injury was worrying along with how much in shock she was in right now. She was unlike herself, a part seeming to be missing after meeting that monster. He himself was having a hard time processing what was happening right now. Everything was like a dream, or more precisely a nightmare, like they were starring in a horror movie. He couldn't see how Nova was, she was running ahead of them, just in case the monster were to catch up again. However he was able to see the fear in her eyes and the quiver her body made when they were still in their room. If anything he hopes that this is just a dream so Isa and Nova would be all okay once he woke up. Isa would then laugh at him in the morning saying that he has quite the imagination and Nova would be whining, wanting to go to the beach as fast as they could. However the burn in his lungs felt real, the pound of his feet on the concrete beneath him felt real, the blaring sirens in his ears felt real, this was real.

Isa then took a second stumble, another one shortly following and then she went down, roughly to the ground. "Isa!" He yelled, stopping his run to help her up, they have to keep moving until they're safe. Then he noticed how hard she was breathing, the way she could barely keep her eyes open, how pale she was. 'Damn it.' He thought, unwrapping the cloth around her neck carefully to inspect the wound. What was a few scratches before turned out to be a larger, deep cut; the cloth seeming to move around and rub at the scratches, making them worsen. 'Shit, if only it was the other way around, I'm sure Isa could've wrapped this injury much better than I could. We'll need to at least get inside, we can't keep running with her like this and it might as well be suicide if we stayed out in the open like sitting ducks. Plus Isa needs professional help, not mine which is sloppy, this is much different than working with computers.' Then Jay decided that at least some protection was better than none, wrapping it again and picking her up, getting ready to run. "We'll make it don't you worry, all three of us will be safe, ok Nova?" Hearing no answer he looked up, thinking that either Nova hadn't heard him over the alarm or that he didn't hear her response. He found it to be neither, Nova no where in sight. "Nova?"

-Nova's POV-
"Go! Go! Go!" I heard my dad whisper to us as he pushed us out the window. Everything just seemed to go so fast, I couldn't catch up. I had just woken up seconds before to a sickening scream, a sound I don't know will ever leave my mind. Then I turned towards the doorway where my parents were by, the door opened and a dark figure creeping in. Then my eyes made sense of what I was seeing, that dark human-like face opened past what was humanly possible, it's mouth enclosing my moms head entirely, almost snapping it off with a sickening crunch. That image was forever stuck in my brain, playing over and over again on a hellish loop. Nothing seemed normal anymore, my eyes seeing something I couldn't quite understand, my body moving on its own, and my mind blank. Along with the image, my father's words were also on a loop, it was the only thing that made sense, something I knew, so I followed that and nothing else. I kept running and running, barely even noticing I was, my mind not being able to focus.