"Ha ha. No. We're all going. Who knows if she is held hostage by psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers, who are waiting for us to come so that they can throw their ninja-star blades on us. Or slice us in a clean half from our waist in one...
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ADELAIDE
I lean my head against the window, staring off into space. The thoughts in my head are so loud, that I can't hear them anymore. My fingers fiddle with the wooden beads of the bracelet in my right wrist- Chuck's bracelet.
"For you." He hands me his wooden balls bracelet.
"I need you, Chuck. Please."
"Sorry... No, par-party." Slowly, the rustic brown eyes glazes over and closes. His final cold breath hits my face.
There is a gaping hole in my heart, and it feels like, all the happiness in my life, the peace of my life, is sucked away.
And worst part is, I never got to say goodbye. I never even got to say that last 'I love you'. There is this guilt that is constantly taunting me in my head. This voice in my head, is reminding me of my failures, of the people who died because of me- Chuck, Stan, Alby.
We finally escaped, but at what cost?
I am aware of Newt's head on my shoulder, as the boy softly snores, him being completely worn out. His long lashes rests on his cheek, his mouth slightly parted. He is completely dirty and his elbows and knees are scraped;
There is faint cut on his cheek too.
Everyone is quite. Almost everyone is sleeping. Teresa is the only one awake instead of me. She is looking at her lap, where her and Thomas' intertwined hands, rest. Thomas, on the other hand, is sleeping, dried tears on his face.
I look outside the window, finding nothing but pitch dark. If I strain my eyes, I can see sand dunes, but there is nothing else. To the horizon, it's just vast and endless sand. Not even a cactus, just sand.
I feel Newt's head rolling off my shoulder and I quickly and softly pushed his head back on my shoulder, stroking his cheek as he mumbles incoherent vocabulary.
Where are they taking us?
Even thinking of Chuck, brings a fresh wave of tears. I bite my lip, as I wipe my tears away. I can't cry now. Teresa will surely hear me and I can't afford to look weak in front of anyone.
Suddenly, something catches my eye. There is this huge floodlights peeking at the horizon. I sit up straight and crane my neck to have a good look. There are about six floodlights, making a large circle.
I look inside the bus and find one of the men who rescued us, standing up from his seat and walking down to the door. He notices me staring at him.
