Trapped

Chapter 11

After awhile of walking my arms began to hurt. What makes this situation worse is, I can feel this guy staring at my ass the entire way, to where ever we are going. "Do you even know where we are going? I turn around. His head snaps up and he smiles. "Nope. But I guess that's the adventure part of this trip."

Devon scoffs and stops, he drops everything at once. "Cami, why are we even going with this guy. We don't know anything about him. We can't even say we know his name." He stretches his arms as I put my things on the ground too.

"My name is Kian." the stranger says. I raise an eyebrow suspiciously. "Kian?" I frown, "Okay, if you're going to lie about your name can it at least be a common one?" I smirk.

'Kian' wasn't amused. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out a dark blue waterproof wallet. Cold metal touched my fingers as he handed it to me. Chills running across my entire body. How do I not have frost burn yet?! I carefully open it up, trying to avoid losing his money. Inspecting his pockets, I find a drivers license.

I can tell it's custom made. It's a light blue green card with gold rimming around the edges. I examine the information as I hand only his wallet back to him.

NAME: Kian Ford

ISS 9/06/2010

SEX: M HT: 6-01

DOB: 6/12/1993

EYES: Blu

WT: 210

"Well, I guess it's time for you to renew." I suggest handing his license back to him. He smirks, sticking it in his pants.

"Well. So what we know who he is now, he still doesn't know where he's going!" Devon was clearly jealous.

"Devon, chill out. I trust him okay? So should you." I suggest as I wrap my arm around his. His face reddens and he smirks at the disappointment on Kian's face.

"I just met you. Don't expect anything." I pick my things back up and tug on Devon to follow. "If we're lucky we might be close to something." I smile with hope.

"We may need to make camp." Kian sounds tired, he didn't even pick his stuff back up.

"No, we are still moving." says Devon. I admire his perseverance but I don't feel much like walking any longer. "Maybe we should. We don't want to waste energy." I agree, once again putting my stuff down.

Devon sighs in defeat and drops his things too. "Fine. It'll be right here." He draws an 'X' in the dirt with his finger and wipes the excess onto his jeans.

In one of the bigger bags there is one jumbo sleeping bag. It is navy blue on the outside and tan coloring on the inside. You can tell it's already been used. There is dirt all over it. "I'm guessing this isn't your first time of survival?" I ask, pulling out the sleeping bag.

"Nope, my parents kicked me out when I was 15, I've learned to survive on my own when it comes to living in the outdoors." He replies simply.

"Wow, I'm sorry?" Devon says sarcastically. "Devon." I shake my head.

"No, no it's okay. My mom was a bitch and my dad was the biggest douche you could have ever met." He smiles.

I try to smile back but it looks more sympathetic than comical.

"I'm fine. I really am." He says finishing up camp.

"Good." I say unzipping the sleeping bag and slipping in. "Are you guys coming?" I open it wide enough for someone else to fit. "I'm surprisingly skinny, but there is only enough room for one more." I look at them both. Kian shrugs and starts walking towards me. To both Devon and I's surprise he lies on the dirt on the other side of me. Devon slips in with me and smiles lightly. "Goodnight boys." I smile and curl up next to Devon. "Good night Cami." Devon replies. "Good night...Cami." Kian repeats.

Boy, there's sure going to be a long day ahead of us.