Misguided Ghost: Picnic In A Graveyard

Misguided Ghost:(PIAG) - Unknown Territory

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Chapter seven

Unknown territory.

The sky was dark. Trees were swaying. The moons were high, blood red and stained across the sky with a purple hue.

Footsteps clicked. Stomped. Trampled on the grass that crumbled underneath their feet.

Everything spun. I was dizzy and felt numb. There was a steady thump that constantly followed the movement of their feet.

I was being carried. Carried slowly through something blurry, something that melded together into one picture. The colours couldn't be separated. Though by the crunching of the twigs and the howls of the clashing branches, I had already guessed we were somewhere in the UR territory, territory of which was UnRegistered and was claimed by no pack. They must have ditched the vans a while back when we had left the territory Boundries.

I groaned and felt my body comply slightly to the pain of feeling numb.

"Don't worry, we're nearly there" I heard a voice hush, and I wished that I could have cleared my vision to look at the person. I couldn't recognise the voice since everything sounded like it had been drowned under water. And I couldn't speak, since my throat felt dry and nothing in my body except my eyes seemed to be following my commands or movements.

After five minutes of silent walking, the drugs were beginning to wear off, but slowly. My hearing had come back soon after I had woken up. And I could hear their heavy breathing and the whimpers and cries of children. There were mothers hushing them. Telling them that the aim of the new game was to be as quiet as possible. I could hear the grunts of the men sent to protect the woman and Children, the clicks and quick reloads of the guns they held tightly in their hands. Their heartbeats were loud and clear, and seemed to hum through the forest as we walked. But the person holding me had yet to speak again. And my throat was still closed up from the dryness.

The person holding me tightened their grip as they stopped. The footsteps behind us followed suit and came to a halt as they gathered around. I could hear the laughter and chatters from inside the place we were standing outside of. It had a cheery and fearless atmosphere of which made all of those standing around slump down in guilt and envy. Guilt for bringing trouble, envy for not being able to have what they had at that moment.

"I thought this was protection!" A woman shouted. Her voice cut through the air and slit the wind like a knife. The laughter inside stopped, almost as of they were listening. "You bring us to Enemy territory and you expect us to feel safe!" The rest of the group mumbled in agreement before the man who held me trembled and tensed even more. I wanted to groan out in pain at the tightness he held around me.

"Quiet!" He shouted and I heard fast footsteps approaching as he turned around quickly to face the group. The fastness caused me to close my eyes and urge myself to keep balance with my stomach. Whatever they had given me was beginning to have side effects. "Our pack, our home is under attack and you are complaining about where we gather help from!" I recognised it immediately as someone I least expected. Someone who I was extremely mad at. Ronan.

"They have been our enemies for years how do you know they are not behind it!" The woman shouted back.

"They could be the reasons our hideout was destroyed. This could be their plan!" Another man called and the group jeered in agreement, faces pale against the bright fun fair lights that shone from the house. The front door opened with quick precision.