Manifestation

6: Terminal C

We trudged in the blistering sun while sand slapped at our faces.

My lips were dry and cracked, my feet were sore and had numerous callouses and blisters. We are out of water and are anticipating the end of our expedition through the desert. Sage and Will were still with us.

I trudged through the hot sand. I couldn't do it anymore. I was so dehydrated and hungry.

I looked up and saw something in the distance. Was it a building? No, it was too small for a building.

"What's that?" I croaked to the rest of the group. Everyone stopped.

I focused my eyes on it more and saw something in the backround, it looked like a city scape. It was very faint, but visible.

"It's a car." Ryan pointed out.

I squnited and saw two black wheels.

I looked over at Ryan. He looked back at me.

"Well let's go." I said.

We all walked as fast as our tired legs could carry us.

I could see it all now. A black SUV sat in the middle of a silent road. Skyscrapers laid in the backround. Most of them were caving in on themselves.

Only a few more hundred feet and we would be there.

I almost danced if my feet weren't so sore.

We finally approached the van and we tried the doors. They were locked.

Ryan set Jane down.

"You guys try to find some water, then meet back here." He commanded.

Jane, Sage, Will, and Jack all nodded their heads and walked off. I turned to go with them but Ryan stopped me.

"I need your help."

He found a piece of wire on the ground and formed it into a hook at the end. Then, he shimmied the wire through a crack in the door.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You think I've never broken into a car before." He grinned.

"Mr. Marine breaking the law, I'm shocked." I leaned up against the side of the car.

"Look around, there is no law."

He got the hook around the small lock bar and pulled up the stick.

He smiled and opened the door. The car alarm blared wildly. He got under the steering wheel and fumbled with some wires.

I heard a gun cock and I turned around.

A man stood with a shot gun aimed at me, another boy stood behind him with a knife along with a woman who had a pistol. The first man had dark brown hair that was almost black. A long scar ran down his right cheek down to his neck. He was cleanly shaven and had a neat army buzz cut. The boy had curly red hair and rectangle glasses that sat askew on the tip of his nose. He had a small build with skinny arms and looked no older than seventeen. The woman had short pixie cut green hair that was smoothed out to the side. Her silver nose ring reflected the afternoon light. Her fierce hazel showed fury and assurance.

I put my hands up and the car alarm stopped blaring. Ryan slid out of the car and saw the people before us. He put his hands up too.

"Weapons?" The first man asked in a Southern accent.

I pulled my gun out of my belt and a knife out of my boot. Ryan pulled the Python and a long sword like knife out of his belt. We dropped them on the ground in front of us and kicked them over to the people. The curly red headed boy scrambled over and collected our weapons. I forgot to give up the other knife hidden behind my bra. I thought it was safer I kept it there.