We had been walking for some time now, Myron and I. I could tell that it was about midday from the way that the sun shine directly above our heads and the way the heat surrounded us and encased our bodies. As we walked, beads of sweat built up on the tops of our foreheads and trickled down in small rivulets. My body was beginnings to ache and there was an irritating throbbing in my head. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my shorts as I walked behind Myron, dragging my feet along the grassy ground.
"Myron!" I called out to him, the exhaustion I was feeling preventing me to continue shouting. I saw him stop in his tracks and he spun on his heel to face me, cocking his head to the side.
"What?" he asked me as I finally caught up with him since his fast pace had caused him to be some way ahead of me. However it was mostly because I was entirely unfit since sports and working out just didn't seem to be in my vocabulary.
"I'm tired," I told him, flopping down onto the ground. I fell back, laying down on my back on the soft grass. I let the grass cool me as I began I regain my energy but hardly any luck.
"So what do you want me to do, Avery?" Myron asked. I lifted my head up slightly so I could look at him.
"You could carry me?" I suggested with a sheepish look. Myron scoffed.
"I don't think so," he said. I pursed my lips at him.
"Please?" I asked as nicely as I could and gave him the best sad look that I could muster. I saw him think hesitantly before letting a sign escape his lips.
"Fine," he gave in and walked over to me and outstretched his arm to help me up. "But only for, like, ten or so minutes."
"Better than nothing," I chirped and gripped his hand and he tugged me up. He then stood with his back to me and I jumped onto it and wrapped my arms around his neck and he grabbed my legs to support my weight. "Let's go!"
Myron began walking with ease, even with me on his back. And so we continued to walk along the grassy plains and endless fields with no idea or thought of where we were going and if we were even going in the right direction. We didn't know which the right direction was at all. We just continued walking and walking. We just followed the way in which our hearts believed was the right way even if our mind didn't agree with it. Even if our mind warned us of these fatal steps. We just continued to follow our hearts because we knew that our hearts will never deceive us because they only knew of love and honesty and goodness and those were the elements of life that would always keep us happy and content with everything we do and have even in times of misfortune and hardship.
After about another half an hour of aimless walking, in the distance my eyes spotted a small black dot.
"Myron," I cried, "look!"
I stretched my arm out, pointing with my finger in the direction in which I had spotted that little black dot. Myron turned his head and looked to where I was pointing. He then dropped me off his back and grabbed my hand and began pulling me along at a fast pace. I dragged behind him but he didn't seem to care, all he wanted was to get to that dot in the distance. I could understand his eagerness. This whole thing was sending us bizarre. We had barely been in Evan's Point for a few hours and already we had discovered some scaring creature which looked much like Myron – just older and creepier – which had thrown us down a hole and resulting in all that, we were now hiking for our lives in a completely unknown place and our stomachs kept sending out storms of thunder from the lack of food. So of course it was inevitable for us to run hand in hand towards the tiny dot of hope we had spotted. I don't think I've ran so fast ever in my life – even when we used to have gym class and the teacher would scream at us and it was as if there were a crowd of wild animals chasing us.
Another thing, besides the speed of our run, that was inevitable was the way the cold wind blew into my eyes, stinging it so that all the tears that had dried up within them began to water again and started to drip down my face and cheeks as if they had no tomorrow. They fell and they fell hard against my cheek. The closer we got to what now looked like buildings, the more they began to fall and dampen my face as I become filled with the content that we're finally okay after the awful night we just had. They also fall because the memories of last night become harder and thicker within my head. They fill my mind and infect it. It clogs up every inch of my mind and makes my vision cloudy.
We finally arrive at the building which we now realize is actually the little town of Evan's Point but we don't stop running. I see a group of people standing, worried expressions plastered on their faces. I run straight towards them and anchor my arms around the body of a familiar girl; Allie Merrick. And I held onto her and cried.
