"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
Next day, we approach the city, if we can call it that. Minho had told that we were still about two miles away from the dilapidated buildings.
All I wanted, when we reach the city, is some food and water and a bed to sleep in.
That's it.
The sand has swirled around in a dangerous mix and the wind has picked up considerably, making it impossible to see.
The wind had gained a rough edge, pelting me with sand and grit until it hurt. Every once in a while a larger object would fly by, scaring me half out of my wits.
A branch. Something that looked like a small mouse. A piece of roofing tile. And countless scraps of paper. All swirling through the air like snowflakes.
"See, I've told you!" Newt yells over the roaring wind.
"What do you expect us to do now, genius?" Minho shoots back. "Build an umbrella?"
"STOP IT, MINHO!" I yell, completely fed up with Minho's constant negative attitude.
I look up at the dangerously black blanket of sky with arrests of blue bolts crackling in the clouds.
My mind quickly flashes me the basic science lesson.
When there's a storm, there's lightning and lightening hits the tall things .
Fuck, it's just us here!
Then comes the lightning.
We had halved the distance to the building—maybe more than that—when the bolts comes from nowhere, and the world around me erupts in light and thunder.
They fall from the sky in jagged streaks, like bars of white light, slamming into the ground and throwing up massive amounts of scorched earth.
The crushing sound is too much to bear, and my ears began to go numb, the horrific noise fading to a distant hum as I become sure that I am becoming deaf.
No one needs to be told to run.
The bolts are huge and ruthless. They slam onto the ground with such ferocity, that my ears start to buzz. I can feel the terror inside me rising, threatening to go overboard.
I stumble and fall, my knees hitting the sand. The exhaustion of not getting more than three hours of sleep for days now, have been finally getting to me.
And it's a very very bad time.
I feel nauseous, my head spinning like anything but I know that nothing will come out of my stomach, because I haven't eaten anything.
