Experiment Number 7218

Chapter 7: Hate The Silence

Chapter 7: Hate The Silence

(Shemar Moore as the man who helped Britt... Can't give a name yet ;) If the picture is not visible, please let me know.)

Brittany's POV:

"You alright?" Keith asks as he extends a hand to help me get up. I take it and reply, "Yeah, I think so."

I look down at the thing that now lays dead on the ground. Well, roof, actually. Who was that? Until I find out, I intend on not telling anyone. Especially since the guy didn't seem too keen on being caught by Keith.

"What is that?" I ask Keith.

"That, is a Grounder." He reply's with a sigh. He heads for the ladder and climbs down. I give one last glance to the cliff before following.

Once we're back in the lobby, Keith announces, "As soon as day light hits, we need to get out of here. Until morning, we'll keep all the candles out and we all need to stay in one room. No telling what the noise attracted." He finishes by blowing out the remaining candles, once we've got all of the supplies, plunging us into total darkness.

He light's a match and we follow him upstairs. We all settle down in his room, Keith sitting on the dresser, Marcus and Sawyer on the mini couch in the corner of the room, and I settled with sitting on the floor in the corner, no one is occupying the bed. I guess I feel safer being able to see every angle around me.

Keith then goes to the closet and reaches above one of the shelves, looking for something. He pulls down three pairs of jeans.

"Where did these come from?" He asks.

"Sawyer found them the other night, just didn't want to cough it up." Marcus jokes, knowing exactly why Sawyer didn't say anything about them.

I ignore their bickering and lean my head back, resting my eyes, with my reloaded shot gun resting in my lap.

- - - - -

I'm startled awake when someone grabs my arm, causing my eyes to shoot open and my hand automatically goes to my gun.

"Relax. Get ready to leave in a few minutes." Keith announces, letting go of me and walking to the bed where he continues to pack a back pack, which I guess he found, with the little supplies we have.

I take a deep breath and rub the sleep from my eyes. I slept, but I didn't rest at all. I stand up and stretch my aching limbs. Keith throws on the back pack and begins to head downstairs, so the rest of us follow.

On my way out the door I notice a stray rubber band laying on the floor. Well, beggars can't be choosers. I pick it up and put my hair up in a pony tail, even though it's not but three, maybe four inches long because of my short hair.

Once everyone is downstairs, Keith opens the front door.

"Where are we going to go?" I ask.

Keith begins to climb the ladder to the top of the roof as he reply's, "There should be a small town just like this one a few miles this way." He then backs up a few yards, running, and leaping onto the cliffs as he begins climbing.

The guys mimic his actions and I begin to wonder about the man who helped me. I wonder if I'll see him somewhere up here.

I shake my head and mumble, "Never did I see myself doing this kind of thing." I back up, run, and jump off of the edge of the roof, clearing the five foot jump, and grab a hold of the cliff edge.

Once I reach the top, which was only about fifteen feet of climbing, I stand up and catch up to the guys. Keith and Sawyer, of all people, pick up a conversation while Marcus and I drag behind.