WHAT IF? (THE 5TH WAVE)

The yellow school bus

"Cassie wait, no!" Sam screamed standing from his seat. I tried pushing him back down to his seat but he wouldn't stay still.                      

"Sam, Sam calm down what's wrong?" I ask him trying to calm him down.                         

"Bear, Cassie bear, I can't go without bear!" He screams again.                                                                                                                                                                                                  

"Okay, okay I'll go get him just stay here." I say getting up and taking a second glance at him. My 5 year brother, sits back down releasing a breath.

I ran out of the bus as quick as possible and ran towards the refuge base camp were we stayed for the past 2 months. I scavenged threw the mattress were I last saw it. I found it underneath the blanket covered with cloth. It was a simple brown furred, black buttoned eyed, teddy bear.

I pulled it into my book bag I had been carrying around since we left  home and was about to walk out when I heard an engine. The bus."Oh no" I whispered to myself as I  ran out towards the bus that held the one person that keep me living.

"No, stop!" I screamed, panting out of breath. I could see him, Sam, from the back of the bus  pounding on the emergency glass exit door, shouting my name as the bus moved farther away.

"Stop, please, stop!" I screamed from the top of my lungs, till it started hurting. It seemed like hours that I was running when in reality it was less then 2 minutes.

I was about to give up, as my speed decreased. But the bus, all of a sudden stopped with a loud screech. I let out a sigh and without thinking twice I ran towards the doors.

The door flew open with a squeak and Sam appeared in the front steps. He was teary eyed and his eyes were puffy and red. He jumped in my arms and hugged me tight."Cassie" he said "d-don't leave me again" he continued sobbing "never " I whisper carrying him inside the bus.

The door closes shut and the engine starts again. I try to sit him down but he wouldn't let me go. I give up and sit him in my lap.

I caress his head and brush his hair with my finger tips. He was cleaner than I was, with the extra cloth he brought from home and his recently washed hair. While I hadn't taken bath for 2 weeks and my cloth were the ones I left home with. Home. Something we hadn't have for a while now. It's seemed weird calling one of these places my"home" I didn't quiet refer it that way, it was more temporary. We were nomads moving from one place to another. It didn't feel like home here at all, it was far from home. Home didn't smell like death lurking at every corner. It was more like joy that seeped from the walls cracks and light that covered us from head to toe. It was somewhere where you could feel comfortable and safe.

"honk!" My thoughts were interrupted by a piercing noise coming from out side. It was the bus honking at a metal gate in front of us. At the sound of us the gate slowly opened up for our arrival.

The bus parked in a large area of gravel that had numbers painted on and were a few feet away from each other. There were other busses as well filled with children. We waited for the kids in front of us to move off the bus. I garb Sams hand as we exit and he jumps off the steps. We were in a small group and were given tags with numbers. Sam got #149 while I got #178. We waited as kids were called and taken into a huge building.

" number 128, 128!" A man called with a microphone standing a 2 feet away from us. Some kids glanced at their tags until #128 stepped up and walked away with a soldier towards the glowing building.

"Cassie" Sam says beside me as I turn my head down to face him." Were are they taking us?" He asks

"I don't know Sam but we'll be safe" I say smiling at him. The truth is I don't think we're safe anywhere anymore but I say it to make him not worry about it. Or maybe to make myself believe it's true.

" number 147, 147!" The man calls . "147!" He calls again.

"Here" A very familiar voice, a few feet to my right says walking toward the soldier. It was too dark to see his face but I could tell he was sick by the way he walked and talked.

They walk side by side and were swallowed, as well  by the blinding glow from the building.
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