"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 sit in the darkness of the scorch, doing nothing but stare at the dark sky and wallow pathetically in self pity.
I should've slept but I don't want to have another episode or another dream.
And moreover, there are way too much noisy thoughts in my head, way too much to think. Also, I have nothing to protect myself with if a Crank appears.
At least I can run away if I'm wake.
As the night passes, I get more apprehensive and anxious about the my surroundings.
I can't sleep. Not with this extremely irritating presence near my body. It makes me so mad that I just want to rip off someone's arm with my bare hands.
I can't seem to relax my body, I have this extreme anger bubbling in my stomach, which I and trying very hard to keep it contained under the surface. I chew the bottom of my lip, as my eyes dart around the pitch darkness, trying to divert my mind from giving attention to my barely contained anger.
But I can't anymore. Cause I'm so mad, and I don't even know why.
As the sun start to night, I start walking. I stayed up the whole night. I was unable to sleep a wink. I find myself being more on edge. My hands just can't stop shaking and I have shoved my hands into my pockets.
I know that the boys were going towards the mountains, so I decided to walk along side the mountains. In hope that I might find a human settlement who might help me.
I know that I am running on fumes. I am much slower today from dehydration and starvation. I know I have to find someone before I drop- a human or a dog or even a cat or maybe a bird.
Any harmless carnivore or herbivore.
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It was mid-afternoon and second to last of my reserved energy of my body when I finally spotted a township. There were a number of tiny huts. Maybe six or seven.
"There better be any human. Or maybe a dog." I push myself to walk faster, a new kind of hope inflating me.
"God, I would love a soft, fluffy dog." I sigh. "Was I a dog person before?"
The houses gives me a little hope. Maybe there is something to drink or eat, maybe I would get lucky and find a doctor or a Crank specialist.
Or maybe I would be chomped alive by thirteen thousand angry, hungry, psychotic Cranks. Either way, I know that that town should be my stop for a while.
