White Saturday

White Saturday - Sunday, July 15th, 2012

Leanne Leblanc

July 15th

10:00 AM

  I awoke from a sleep I didn’t realize I had been in. The rain was still pouring by the sounds of it, but I didn’t feel it. I knew immediately that something was wrong, and so my eyes snapped open. I looked around, and realized I was in a tent, a place I had not fallen asleep in.

 Blood was spattered on the left side of the tent, which told me I was still in the camp I had fallen asleep in. I could hear water  spattering off of the fire just outside the closed tent, which was equally strange, as the fire was already dying when I fell asleep. I sat up, ever so carefully so as not to make any sound. My hand went to my side, but my gun was not there. I definitely knew I was not alone now. I carefully unzipped the tent by a few notches, and peered through. A person sat in front of the now-roaring campfire, their back facing me. I slowly unzipped the tent, no more than one or two notches at a                time. It was painfully loud to me, but the person didn’t react.

 They wore a black hoodie with the logo of a concrete company on the back, along with a pair of cargo shorts. When the tent was unzipped I stepped outside, making two fists as I stepped quietly towards the person.

 “Don’t move.” A female voice said, without turning to look.

 I stopped, but raised my hands in a fighting motion. Slowly, the woman turned her head. Her hood was up, but I could see her face peeking from underneath it. She had short dark hair, hollow cheeks, and grey, sunken eyes. I didn’t know her.

 “Have a seat,” she said, motioning to the ground beside her.

 I hesitated, but slowly walked towards her. I sat down beside her, and looked at the assortment of things in front of her. I saw my gun, a new magazine inside, along with three other things, the blood-stained survival knife, the charred piece of firewood, and the bloodied rock, both pieces laid next to eachother.

 “You did an incredible job of those guys. With just four weapons as well.” She beckoned to the four weapons in front of us.

 I thought about how quickly I could grab the gun and fire it. Not quick enough, I figured. The knife, however, was an option.

 “I’ve been watching over you and, both of your groups.”

 I inhaled sharply.

 “The boy, the one you’ve been dating, what’s his name?”

 I didn’t respond. My heart was racing.

 “Leanne! Tell me the boy’s name!”

 I felt the red sting of the back of her hand against my cheek as my mind raced. How did she know my name? How did she know I was with Kyle?

 The woman hit me again, hard enough to knock me onto my back.

 “I don’t want to hurt you Leanne, I quite like you, but you’re giving me little choice.”

 Tears ran down my eyes.

 “Kyle. His name is Kyle.”

 She had been about to hit me again, but she now pulled back and sat at ease. Slowly, cautiously, I sat up.

 “I’m sorry to hurt you, but you should really just cooperate.”

 I gritted my teeth, and inhaled. I only now became aware of the horrifying smell that lingered in the air. I looked around, and saw all ten men, dead on the ground. They were stacked on top of each other in a three-by-three way, with one on top.