The Third War

Chapter Forty Nine: Kristy

I sat alone in my room. After waking up at four, I couldn't go back to sleep. Zoe's terrified figure kept appearing every time my eyes closed. The clock read 9:00, so sighing I stood up. A purple strand of hair fell across my face.

Of course, messy bed hair, done with the world, I just blew it out of my face and started downstairs. I doubted they'd let me see Zoe, so I went out to find Phoebe or Dustin. Unfortunately, neither of them could be found. In my emotionless haze, I actually walked over to Chip. She held a stopwatch while watching a few people run around a track. One guy tripped causing him to crash into another guy. Another fell and didn't get back up, while the one girl runner threw up on the side of the track.

"Hey Chippy!"

Chip glanced over glaring at me, "Greetings Krusty."

I glared right back, "Chip n Dip."

"Krispy Crème."

"Potato Chip."

She sighed, "What do you want Krispy?"

"What are you doing?"

Chip grimaced, "It's like a test to see if they're physically sound since Haley discharged them from the hospital."

"What do they have to do?"

"Well, it's not very official. Just run three miles in under thirty minutes, make nine of ten shots from a target twenty feet away, and fighting Phoebe long enough for her to deem them a challenge." She shoved the stop watch in her back pocket after pressing stop, "Everyone's failed this round already."

I cringed as puke dude kept on losing his breakfast, "'Fighting Phoebe?' like hand to hand?"

Chip actually smiled, "Nope, she's an extremely talented double sword fighter."

"Double swords...." I didn't know much about the practice- just that is wasn't an easy one.

"Yeah, Phoebe's actually ambidextrous."

"Alright then..." I stared at the track contemplating my next question. I had nothing better to do, "Can I try?"

"What?"

"The...thing," I motioned to the track with my hand.

She narrowed her eyes, "You're not trying to leave are you? Zoe'll be-"

"I'm not going anywhere," I snapped.

She still looked skeptical but shrugged anyways, "Okaaaay, you can try if you really want to."

"So just run around..."

"Twenty laps."

"Got it." The three other people cleared off leaning on each other. I shrugged off my jacket and my cats sat down to watch.

Chip called over, "Ready?"

"Yeah!"

"Alright, go!" I took off trying to clear my head from all the worried, anxious thoughts. -Zoe's in the hospital, they'll take care of her, she'll be fine.- I finished the track in time thanks to all the fun practice I had running from people who wanted me dead.

"Want to try the other stuff too?" Chip looked mildly desperate for something else to do other than watching sick people over-exert themselves.

"Might as well."

"Alright," she started walking toward the area behind the smaller warehouse. There was a cardboard cut-out backed by ply wood, cans lined up on a box, and a tree with bullets embedded in it. "We did the best we could," Chip sounded very disappointed at their small shooting range.