Where It All Began

Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven

"Where is she!" I yelled pushing Chloe out of the way to locate her myself. I rushed down the hallway looking into every doorway as I heard Chloe's sobs behind me. I glanced into the lounge room to see a big pool of blood with a foot print etched into the wooden boards that made the floor. My stomach fell and flipped as I looked away from the blood and ran past it. I saw a curly mess of black hair hanging over the edge of the couch that belonged to Genna.

"Genna!" I screamed with tears escaping my eyes as I raced around the couch to come face to face with a pale Genna. I looked down from her sad eyes to see she had only been shot in the leg. Of course I was happy that it wasn't fatal or life threatening, but I wish Chloe hadn't been so dramatic about it. As soon as we found Emma, Genna could be stitched up and would be fine.

"Thank god it's only your leg." I sighed smiling roughly at my injured leg that lay in front of me.

"Where are the others?" Genna croaked touching my arm lightly. She looked worse than Chloe. She looked like she hadn't seen the sun in a decade and that's saying something when Genna is dark skinned.

"I don't know Gem, Nick and I only just escaped with our own lives." I whispered looking up next to me to see Nick and Chloe had joined us in the room.

"Yeah if it wasn't for one of the soldiers who helped us get away, we would be dead. Or worse..." Nick trailed off looking at me intently. I looked away from his saddening gaze and focused it back on Genna.

"Have you seen Emma?" Chloe asked softly trying not to scare Genna.

"No I was only with Nick and once it became dark we ran here." I said exhaustedly.

"We need her to clean up Gem though..." Nick said quite matter of factly.

"Well we are going to have to learn how to cope without the others Nick, it's survival of the fittest now." I snapped at him as I stood up and turned away to find a cloth to clean Genna's wound up before it became infected. It's atleast what they did in the movies.

It annoyed me that Nick was such a role person. I mean that he wanted everyone to have their own roles and for everyone to stick by them. If that happened, Genna's leg would fall off by the time we found Emma. That's if we found her. Whatever is going on, it's not good. We need to accept that our lives are at risk and we need to take risks to survive. We can't just sit around like sitting ducks waiting to be shot at.

I pushed my thoughts aside and sat down next to Genna's leg with a bucket of water and a smooth yellow cleaning cloth. I swallowed the vomit that raised up to my throat back down as I cleaned around Genna's shot wound. Every time I raised the cloth to her skin she winced and bucked her leg away from my touch.

"I need something to ease her pain." I groaned splashing the cloth into the bucket.

"I've seen people use alcohol before in movies." Nick answered tiredly.

I looked over to Chloe in hopes that her parents weren't ultra-Christian and had no booze in the house.

"I'll go raid my dad's wine cabinet." Chloe replied heading towards the door.

"We'll need something stronger Chloe, get some vodka." I called to her as I turned to Nick to ask for a favour, "Could you please go find me the biggest tweezers you can find as well as a needle and some thread. Also make sure you clean the tweezers and needle!"