Sane

Chapter Seventeen | The World's Rules

"Let us out!" I shout at Darius, who is raising his hand at Connor, and Connor stops running after us.

"I need those doors locked for the time being. We have intel that tells us that the Insane have tracked us down. So while we wait, the doors remain locked." Darius explains.

"How do you know-"

"We can't take any risks." Darius interrupts.

"They are smart enough to track?" Forrest asks.

Darius shakes his head at us and walks away, "You and I both know this is the safest place for you right now."

I look at Forrest who nods at me. "We'll stay. But just for now."

"You seriously believe him? He's lying!" I shout.

"He would've let us leave, Willow." Forrest takes my hand, and Connor glares at us one last time before leaving. Malik comes rushing out.

"You weren't even gonna say goodbye?" He teases me.

I shrug, and he chuckles. "Come on, guys. I can get you your weapons." He smiles, leading us to another room. The walls are black, and tables are aligning the walls holding knives, guns, rifles, and bows and arrows. Malik tosses me a handgun and I catch it, examining it before placing it in my backpack.

"You like it?" He asks. I nod. He's about to hand me a knife but I shake my head and he listens.

"Some people prefer knives, but I'm with you, Leaves. I don't get the point. Guns are better." He smiles, taking a bow and arrow. He shoots it, and I am first shocked, but then I realize there was a target on the wall. He made it on the target, but not on the small circle, where he was aiming.

"You can come in here anytime to practice." He says, taking another arrow, and making a bullseye. He puts it down, and ushers Forrest over.

The door to the room swings open and I fling around. Walker is standing there, smiling. "Hey Malik, Forrest." She nods, then looks at me, "Come with me."

I follow her out of the room, and she brings me to a smaller room. The door reads 'Girls/Women'. She swings open the door, entering a room full of baskets.

"Clothes!" She yelps. I smile, standing there, looking at all the full baskets.

"What are you waiting for? Go ahead!" She tells me, giving me a slight push. I carefully take a look around, grabbing a few shirts, tank tops, leggings, shorts, and undergarments. I find a hat in the corner of the room, and grab it. It's blue with a red symbol on it. I shrug, putting it in the pile of clothes resting on my arms.

"Done?" She asks.

I nod, and she leaves with me, walking me back to my room. I change out of the hoodie and jeans, sliding on a loose white tank top and black running shorts. I put the hat on backwards, releasing my hair.

Walker smiles at my new apparel. She's wearing a black tank top and a brown leather jacket with dark jean shorts.

"I'll see you later, Willow." She says before leaving the room. I start to put all my clothes into my backpack when I come across Oakley's backpack. I slowly take it out, unzipping it. Inside was a few pairs of his clothes, two books, and a water bottle. I take out one of his books, and open it. A piece of paper slides out, and I look closely at it.

I recognize his handwriting right away, and read it.

The world doesn't play by anyone's rules. When it's made up it's mind, nothing and no one can stop it. So if it decides to die, end, and crumble to ashes, it will. But we can only hope that there's something greater out there than the world that can save us.