The Dark Mist

The Rescue

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After the door closed, Becca found herself flat on her face kissing snow. There was snow outside! She knew it might be a bit cold, but snow changed everything, especially if she was barefoot. How was she going to walk barefoot in the snow? She closed her eyes, gathered up her courage and began to stand keeping the blanket closed. Her fist had something in it. She remembered. Donna put something in her hand. Becca opened her hand and saw what it was. A compass! Guess Donna wasn't so bad after all, and what was it she had said? South? Becca looked at the needle and nodded as she proceeded to walk south, slowly. There was a cool wind which threatened to take off the blanket but it was slow and only chilled the top of Becca's head. Still, if she thought about it, her whole body felt cold and that was what she had to do, stop thinking, so she focused on moving one foot forward at a time. It didn't matter how slow she went, she just had to keep moving. She moved past the trees and felt herself going downhill which meant they were on a mountaintop or something. She hadn't really thought about that before. Usually they just left the compound and came back. Becca turned towards the compound and wondered. How would she get back? She turned over the compass and nodded. Donna had taped a number to the back of it. A phone number. To call if Becca wanted to go back inside or needed something. Well, that was one way inside. The other was to go back and wait outside until the morning when someone would open the door or a sentry would see her. But no, she couldn't go back. Her plan was to move forward. Becca continued to walk in the snow. She felt some hit the top of her head and looked up. It was snowing. It was beautiful but also daunting. If she fell, the snow would cover her body until she froze to death. Becca turned her wrist so she could take a look at her watch, then realized Donna had taken that. Maybe Donna was as bad as she thought? After all, she even took the locket. Becca sighed but kept moving until she found herself at the edge or an edge. It sloped down to a road and she slid there, cringing slightly as the snow burned her feet. Would she get frostbite? Did she even have it? She didn't even know what it was really. Becca started to walk slowly on the road when she heard something like a roar coming up behind her. She turned around and saw a car. Becca stepped to the right to let it pass, so she wouldn't be a flat pancake, but it stopped and the door opened.

The car was a brown four-door. The make and model Becca didn't really know because she never read up on cars. The roof was white with snow and some of it fell onto the seat in front of her. A man had his hand on the door handle as it opened. His head was covered with a furry blue hood. His jacket made him look bigger than he was, but she could see his thin face inside the hood. Clean shaven with droplets of ice around his mouth, probably from being outside before. "Get in!"

Becca climbed inside. It was cold, not like she was going to refuse a ride from a stranger. Warmth was better than out there. She closed the door and he continued driving as she shivered and huddled the blanket close to her.

"Name's Rick, what's yours?"

"B-B-Becca," she stammered

"Where'd a beauty like you come from?" he asked.

Becca sighed to herself. The number one rule was not to expose the Soldiers of Darkness, but that was where she came from. She couldn't say from nowhere because she even knew it would be weird for a girl to be walking out in the cold in her bra and panties even if she were wrapped in a blanket. "Parents threw me out," she managed. Wasn't exactly a lie since the Soldiers were like her parents in a way, though her parents would never have thrown her out. Actually her best friend did, pushed her out.