Treck to shelter

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Dexter points the way as we lead ourselves through the woods,as we crush leaves under our feet.

I can't keep but constantly look behind me to check none of those guys we behind us.

From past couple of days,I feel mentally and physically drained.

"So how did you know about that guys family and his wife?" Niall asks

"The guard of my cell was talking about a man named Ross who missed with children and wife" I explain

"That guy had a name tag on called Ross so I took a gamble" I continue

"So how did you know it was him,out of all the guards in that place?" Niall asks

"Just a guess I suppose" I tell him

"Wait where's Dexter" Niall asks,I turn around the other direction to scrap the trees for Dexter.My eyes land on a leg sticking out near one of the trees.

"Over there,Dexter" I call

No answer

"Dexter" Niall repeats

Still nothing

I head back to where the leg is sticking out,I'm a relieved to see it is Dexter.

He is sitting up against the tree,his eyes glossy and tired

"Dex you alright?" Niall asks

"Yeah man,never been better" He replies

"Come on Dexter,we've gotta keep going" I try to encourage him

"Cara,I can't I'm tired" He explains

"It's not that far now right?" I question

"No not really,it's even harder when your on the verge of dying" He replies

The word "dying" makes my heart skip a beat

"Nope not happening,no way" Niall replies handing me his rucksack before throwing Dexter over his left shoulder

"Come on Cara,let's go" He hurries me along as I throw the two rucksacks over my shoulders.

"We'll give you some painkillers once were back safely" I tell him

"More like sleeping pills,just get this over and done with" Dexter comments

"Don't say that" I demand

The rest of the walk is tiring,the sun begins to go down as the rays dance through the trees.

My arms and legs ache and just as I feel I can't take anymore,the log cabin comes into view.

After walking through that forest I feel filthy and am struggling to keep myself awake.

A old red ,run down,rusty car sits parked in the mud outside.

We finally reach the door and I'm ready to collapse.

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