Thursday: Expect the Unexpected

Chapter 4: Well, This is Complicated

That was my best friend

It had no gotten very complicated and very, very stressful. I knew he had seen what I had seen and he had lied, so what was to happen to him?...

I heard yelling, hollering and more questions being fired at people. They might have been towards me, but I couldn't didn't feel like I was really there.

A shadow grabs chin and holds it up whilst they slobber on me and they shout in my face. I was actually about to reply but I was cut off by a heavy fist coming in contact with my temple and once and the darkness wins. I was transported back to 16th November; not somewhere I particularly wanted to think about.

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I'm standing in front of the creaky back gates of the school, I'm hesitating to walk forward through the gates for a split second, but Jacob, my best friend, is calling behind me to come with him.
I jog in his direction and fight my conscience with is luring me back to school. "No!" I say to my conscience failing to realize it was allowed and subtly covering it up with, "Ugh, would you look at that, I dropped my pen,"
"You can't possibly go back, we'll be caught!" protests Jacob.
"That's true," I replied. After all we were meant to be at boarding school but we snuck out that day and we were returning, but we would been in deep s**t...

We're walking and walking for about an hour until we find that we've fallen upon forest. In the middle of the countryside, it's not a rare sight; but this is one neither of us have ever come across before. Jacob's going into the forest first, a tree hits him in the face and I begin to, trying to avoid the violent branches, follow after him.

I start to see some weird things, am I hallucinating? Wait no, I'm not, am I?
"Jac, can you see all that?" I query him in horror.
"I'm gonna' be sick, oh my gosh, hmm, hmm...blurghhh" He manages to say whilst mid vomiting.

There are hundreds of people, hundreds of them, mostly dead. They are laying motionless in a heap. A few appear to be alive, although there bodies are emaciated and won't have long left.

The people who are dead have bullet wounds covering their bodies, like wallpaper covers a room. I have detected that on multiple people, there are slots in their eyes and a few had died clutching onto them.

Meanwhile, whilst I'm standing appalled and in shock, Jac is over in the bush finishing being sick. Yuck.

"Jac, Jacob?!" I holler at him.

"Gimme one...blurghhhhh!" He hollers back and then is caught off-guard by a wave of nausea and he vomits again...again.

(Jac is shortened form for Jacob and so is pronounced 'Jake' but spelled unusually )

"Seriously Jac, can't you keep down your breakfast and help me to figure out what the hell is going on?!" I feel the need to scream that at him, it felt good.

"Okay," he replies wiping the sick from his mouth, "what are we meant to do exactly?! More to the question I really want, no, need to ask, can we get the heck out of here so we do t get in trouble?!" He says sounding very anxious and worried. We have decided to run but Jac says to walk or else it will look suspicious. I fast-pace walk and I catch my bag on a tree, and something else but we can't go back; I think it was scarf...
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Oh crap, that's how they found me.
The light came back and I yelled for Jac, there was no response. I couldn't see because again, tape was one my eyes, or someone's hand, I wasn't able to tell because I still felt somewhat numb.
"Jac, Jac?!" I shouted, before someone smacked my face with their large sweaty palm. This didn't stop me and I yelled again, "Jac, where are you Jac? Jac!!!!!!" Another hand slapped me and put a gag in my mouth. "Hmpp!!" I tried to shout for help but only things nonsensical would come out. "Hmpp!!" I tried again, but there was no use now.

I hear a cry, "Aaghh!" and short steady bangs. Again, a cry, "Aaghh!" and but, short steady beats.

Silence.