Escape The Night

Chapter 7 : Eaten Alive

  Carmin watched Mr. Mell scowl at her as they hopped aboard the now bloody bus. Carmin just shook her head and tried not to flip him the finger, but it was excruciatingly hard, like trying not  to curse when you stub your toe really hard on something. Mr. Mell wiped away some of the blood that was sinking into the fabric of the seat with his hand and sat down to drive the bus. It took him a moment to find the ignition, and during this time Blake and his group had finished burying Mrs. Hurts.

Carmin snickered at Mr. Mell’s trouble with starting the bus, which earned her another angry, very childlike scowl. She got up from the front seat and went back to the seat she was sitting in earlier during the attacks. The children were all huddled at the very back of the bus, with Merie still trying to  calm them all down and make sure none of them had a nervous breakdown. Carmin took a deep breath as she reached her seat, but it didn’t do anything to calm her down. She heard Blake telling his group about what had happened to Mrs. Hurts, but Carmin tuned him out not wanting to hear anymore about the attack. Something wasn’t right, and Carmin could feel it. She looked at Blake as he passed her seat and walked up to Merie, most likely to talk to her about the wellfare of the kids.

Carmin sighed and rubbed her hands, trying to sooth her nerves. Mr. Mell yelled out that if anybody had to go to the bathroom, that they had to go now or wait for another 3 hours. After a few of the kids had gotten up and went to the bathroom in some of the bushes outside, Mr. Mell pulled the break and started to drive the bus to its destination, which no one knew about except for some of the adults, and they weren’t willing to tell anyone else. Carmin bit her lip and, with a sad frown, dug out a pad of paper and a very dull pencil from her backpack, and began to write furiously.

When she had written at least three sentences, she stuffed the pencil in her pocket and turned around in her seat. She spotted Blake only a few seats behind her, his eyes trained on the world outside and a small gun in his left hand. He was still probably expecting trouble.

Carmin hesitated a moment before chucking the papers at him, which smacked right into the side of his head. Blake jumped about 4 feet into the air when the pad of paper made contact with his head, but he quickly regained his composure as he looked at the paper. His eyes darted back and forth for a moment, then snapped up to look at her.

The paper said :

Where do you think the rest of the adults are? We haven’t seen the last search party in about a week. Do you think they got eaten?

(A/N: I did try to do italics or something here, but my computer has been messing up so bad lately, and it wouldn’t let me.)

Blake grimaced before holding out his other hand, trying to get the pencil so he could write down a reply. Carmin threw it to him, nearly taking out one of his eyes, but Blake caught it before it could do any damage. Blake tried to choose his words carefully as he wrote them down, but there was no good way to say , “They’re dead, they were eaten, you will never see them again.Oh, also, the creatures that ate them are evolving and we will all be dead by tomorrow.”

(A/N: Again, my computer wasn’t working, so I couldn’t put it in italics. Stupid computer >:(

Blake simply wrote:  

“I don’t think they will be coming back anytime soon, but ….they might. I don’t know everything!”

Blake snorted at his reply, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say, so he just left it as it was. He threw it back to Carmin, along with the pencil.

Carmin read the note and glanced back at Blake to see if he was serious. He was looking at her with a small smirk of defiance on his face, but there was a trace of wonder in his eyes, as if he, too, were wondering what was really happening with the other adults. Carmin looked at him for a second more before crumpling up the note and hurling it at his face with all her might. It hit him square between the eyes.

Carmin snickered and turned back around in her seat to keep staring out the window, her mind making up fairy tales about what had happened to the dissapeared group of adults.

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Another time, another group:

“Cash, what do we do,” Finch Ledroon screeched at his leader, his eyes full of undisguised terror. Cash Harris looked at him sharply, a warning frown on his pale face. Finch shook his head and looked back at the monsters that were slowly approaching their small group. Finch grimaced at the very sight of the creatures. One of the monsters had a broken hind leg, and the bone was sticking out near the elbow, the white-grey color making Finch feel sick to his stomach.

Finch looked at Cash once again, hoping his leader might have an extra bullet on him, or might have a hidden knife somewhere, but Cash stayed still and silent, like he had already excepted his gruesome demise. The rest of the group stayed still as well, but out of fright, not out of exception. Cash shifted his weight to his left foot, trying to stop the aching pain in his sprained right leg. He was amazed that he hadn’t even cried out when he had sprained it, just got back up and continued running. But running was useless. Even though they delayed the attack, the monsters still had caught them, and now they were going to enjoy a nice feast.

Finch looked one last time at his leader with hope, but he still didn’t do anything. The creatures were now only about 10 feet away from them, their legs and arms bent, ready to spring at them. Finch, Cash, and all the other people in the group closed their eyes, not wanting to see the animals eat their friends.