Once Eleise and I have settled into our top bunks that night, I quickly fall asleep, but not for long. An hour later, my bed is shaking, waking me up. Michael is flopping all over the bunk beneath me, gasping. The girls are still asleep, and I quickly jump up and run down the ladder.
"Michael!" I yell in a whisper, grabbing his shoulders to try to hold him still. He wakes up, much to my relief, and turns to me, fear in his eyes.
"What? Oh, sorry, I was dreaming I guess. Ow." He groans.
"You ok? What happened?"
"Well I went to sleep, and I started dreaming about the trips. Except, it was different. After he shot Drew, he shot me. But you weren't there to catch me, 'cause he had shot you too. I just laid there shaking as I watched you fall to the ground beside me, gasping for air. Then you woke me up."
"You good now? It's almost one, we should get some sleep." He nods and I climb up to my bunk and struggle to settle back into slumber.
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It's the next day, and everything is calm, so Eleise and Laelynn decide to drag us out to the tree house. Drew and Michael had built it when we were little; Eleise was just 4 at the time, Laelynn was 3. Nevertheless, it still stands 9 years later. I only agreed to go so I could get away, the day before has stressed me out and the spring blossoms are the perfect scenery. We hike the short trail into the woods to the maple tree where the tree house sits 5 feet above the ground and spend the day there. Eleise had packed lunch, so we don't go back until 6.
"Anna, come here!" Mom calls as we approached the house. I run up to her, and she leads me around the house to the radio room in the center of the subdivision, her face positioning into a frown. "We intercepted some radio signals, and we found out that the guy who shot Michael is rallying the pack against us. They plan to raid us at night in a week, and specifically mentioned making sure that Michael was dead, and that you saw it happen." I slide into the rolling chair beside me, my face hanging low.
"Well, what are we doing about it? Are there patrols? Are you sending us away for the night?"
"You'll be at the bunker with everyone else under 18."
"Hey, Anna? Would you please go outside for a while? Your mother and I have something important to discuss." Dad asks as he walks in the room.
"Sure." I say. I go outside, but decide to listen in on the conversation. I slide down the wall to the cold floor of the hall and lean my ear against the door.
"What is it?" Mom asks in a worried tone. I imagine her smoothing back her dark brown hair the way I do when I'm worried; I get everything from her.
"They changed their plans. They want to kidnap Anna, torture her, and hold her for ransom. They said that even if the ransom was paid, they would take her to town and shoot her execution style in front of the grapes."
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