Barely Breathing

Chapter 4

NOTE: NOT EDITED
I'm so glad that most of you are liking, and giving me ideas for the story! Its awesome knowing that you guys like the story so far ☺️ Since you guys like it so much, I'm going to try to post a chapter everyday! Hopefully I can keep up! If not, I give you bros permission to yell at me to post more!
So heres chapter 4 ☺️ Sorry if its kind of a short chapter 😭😢
Wordcount: 745
*Megans P.O.V.*
The car ride to their camp was so long. I grew tiredsome and started to drift off, but with the way they drove I was woken up about every ten minutes. This gave me time to think of how I would get back to my own camp. My campsite was like my home, I lived there with my 'family' for 7 years. They protected me, some people even risked their lives for me. Paul was like an older brother that I never got to grow up with. He was always there for me, if I couldnt get back to camp, I dont know how I will survive without Paul. It would be like losing another big brother.
The car then slammed to a stop, causing me to hit my head against the side of the trunk. Quickly, I moved my hands to cover my head. Making sure that I wouldnt hit anything again. This wasnt an ordinary sudden stop, its like they either hit something or they stopped to avoid hitting something. Hopefully, whatever happened doesn't make them forget to unlock the trunk for me!
Just then the door opened suddenly and the blond boy put his hand in front of my face, I grabbed it as he pulled me out of the trunk. Thank god.
"Here!" he yelled as he tossed me my axe. As I caught the axe, I noticed that he looked pretty banged up, he had a slit over his right eye, and he seemed to be limping.
"Come on, lets go!" He yelled.
I didnt question anything and ran along beside him. I wish I knew where I was, I would have ran back to camp! But for now I'll have to rely on this blond boy to get me through the unknown. He started running into the woods, sprinting off to the right he tripped over a log, but shook it off completely. He looked back at me and smiled.
"I'm okay." he muttered.
Continuing through the woods he suddenly stopped, looked around and darted left. I followed, hoping he knew where he was going. He finally stopped at a huge tree and urged me to step onto his shoulders, confused, I still did what I was told.
"Grab onto that branch, the one to your right!" He struggeled to say.
I grabbed the branch and pulled myself up. When I was growing up, my family and I would hike into the woods near our house. While we went hiking, we encountered a historic artifact that we called 'steel tower'. This tower had no stairs since people kept abusing them and used the tower for the worse things possible. But it had these four poles that you can climb up. Once you reached the floor to the first floor you would have to pull up all of your weight to be able to make it. So climbing this tree to me was a piece of cake!
"Great, now theres a rope, in between those two branches, toss that down." He added, I barely could hear him since I was daydreaming about old memories of my father.
But I still did what I was told, he climbed up to the branch I was on, then pulled the rope back up and placed it into a bucket that was stuck in between two branches.
"Thanks." He mumbled.
"For?" I asked
"Saving my life."
What did he mean? I didn't do anything, all I did was follow him.
"What happened?" I finally asked, "Like are the others okay? What happened to the car?"
He sighed, "I'll answer all your questions later, I promise. Keep climbing though." He pointed up.
Looking up I saw a little tree fort about 5 branches away from where we were.
"Frank!" He yelled up.
Someone with long brown hair, about the lenth of mine peeked their head over the floor of the fort, and a ladder was flung down over our heads.
"After you?" He smirked.