The Beginning of the End

Chapter 15

Song has nothing to do with this I just thought everyone should hear it because I love it. (Hey Violet, Guys My Age) Also I will probably have a non related song at the beginning of my next chapters for awhile. Sorry not sorry.

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///Alaska's POV///

I wake up and the bright hospital light blinds me. I sit up and look around, I see my parents and friends looking at me, "Glad you're awake." My mom comments.

I jump to her. "I missed you so much." I hug her then my father, "Where's Evan?"

My dad speaks, "Oh honey, don't worry about her. The Militia won't get her." My heart skips a beat and sadness over comes me.

"What?" I ask with a shaky voice, praying I didn't hear him right.

He smiles trying to comfort me, "I said, The Militia won't get her. Don't worry."

Now I know I heard him correctly. Mt heart sinks as I lean back against the hospital bed and close my eyes.

My brain pounds inside my head, creating a headache, now I know I'm actually awake. The bright light keeps me from opening my eyes. Then I get my senses back, I'm laying on my back, one of my legs raised, the other next to me. The heat makes me sweat and the desert makes the sound you hear when it's silent, you know the sound I'm talking about. That eery ringing sound, is against the crunching of shoes on the dirt. Every so often there is a tug on my raised leg, inching me forward. My arms are above my head, dragging behind me. My sandy blonde hair is sprawled out behind me, collecting the pale desert dirt.

I finally manage to open my eyes, squinting. The bright light is the sun, high in the sky directly above me. It reflects against the bright blue sky, making it brighter than before. I switch my gaze to the person dragging me. They look to have a young boy's build, not being older than 12, tops.

They are covered in head to toe in fabrics, well at least as much as I can see from the back of them. They seem to be looking out to the open desert. They turn to grab my leg with their other hand to pull, I scream out in fear. The person is wearing an old fashioned, World War II gas mask.

This person looks like someone from my nightmares.

I kick their hands off me. I stand up, now taking it in the young boy looks about 10 or 11. He tilts his head to the side confused and I sprint. I hear the boy's footsteps, following me. I run, avoiding the cacti, and slide into the closest building.

A rough hand wraps around my mouth and I scream against it. I turn and see Peter, I can only see the top of his nose and his eyes, he has a bandana on and his hood is up, amusement still clear on his face. I shove his hand off me, "Were you following me?!"

He nods, "I wanted to see how far you would make it."

My heart is still racing from the fear and running. It's kinda like when you wake up from a nap not knowing what year it is, then remembering you have things to do. My thing I had to do was survive, and that creepy nightmare fuel child, did not help.

I take deep breaths and slide down the wall. I put my hand to my heart, hoping it will slow down.

The child walks in and I jump up and being Peter who has the only weapon. I hear him laughing and I slap his arm, "It's not funny you ass hat."

He laughs even harder, "Yes it is. C'mon Kyle, take off the mask."

The young boy removes the mask, and he too is laughing. I shake my head and sigh, before letting a small chuckle escape my lips. It's hard to believe I was scared of this little boy.