Chapter 29:
Bex's P.O.V.
I have been gone for 24 hours at the most. No one has come to look for me, so far that's a good sign. Hopefully Leah will make plans to go the other direction. I have made it a total of 40 miles in one day. I guess always running after a ball in soccer, running to a base in softball, and running to shoot a hoop in basketball has paid off.
I look down at my left ring finger and see the beautiful ring I have gotten only a few days before my leaving. I can feel the tears form in my eyes, but I keep pushing my self forward. There's mo way in hell that i'm stopping to go back now. I have a few more miles to go until I get to California.
I can do this. I'm not scared of that loser Eric. He isn't going to ruin my life. He isn't going to send some lousy girl to spy. I threatened her, did she tell Leah? What if Reed falls for her? What if they all forget about me? What if I die and they don,t even care? What if they have always wanted me to die?
I spent seven hours just going through what if's. Before I know it I'm in California, standing in front of the dome. I stare at the big half bubble and take a deep breath.
Let's take a moment to understand things about Eric, shall we? Well, he's a self centered little douche, no one likes him, he can't take one moment to comprehend anything, he's always shooting and killing people, he never has any regrets, he never loves anyone, he wants to kill Leah, and he hates everyone he has ever socialized with. I probably wont even make it out alive.
I've never been more scared in my life. Everyone might be wondering how I made it here so fast, well, when you find a vehicle that works for twenty miles, it's a major plus. When i found the truck I was a little hesitant, but now I'm really hesitant. I don't know if I should go in or not. I walk up to the door and look up at the grey sky. It'll be raining in less then ten minutes. I knock on the door and two security guards open it tearing me up with questions.
"Where do you come from?" The bigger one asks.
"New York." I smile sweetly.
"Your name, pretty lady." The smaller on asks.
"Ana. Ana Miller." I look up at the sky.
"Why are you here, Ana Miller?" The guys say in unison
"I was sent here to tell him something." I reply wide eyed.
"By who?" The bigger guy cross his arms over his chest and leans against the door.
"Landon Rutzel. Here's my badge." I say getting nervous as I hand them the badge I picked up from the ground.
"Did you dye your hair?" The smaller guy asks.
"Yes. I went from a dark brown to a blonde." I smile.
"Okay. When's you're birthday." He asks.
Shit. Um, I guess it's a good thing I remember my own step-sisters birthdate. "April twenty-ninth 1997. I'm 18 years old."
"I think we can bring her to him." The smaller says.
"Please, it's about to rain." I whine.
"Alright. I'll lead you there." He nods and begins to walk.
I follow him and in a few short minutes we are in a huge building. It's all white on the inside, like something from Resident Evil. We hear a gun shot and mumbled words, but nothing I can make out. The guy leads me into the room.
"Who the hell is this?" Eric asks.
"Uh, Ana." The guys answers Eric's question. I can hear the fear in his voice.
"No, that's not Ana." Eric walks closer to me twirling his gun in his fingers.
"I am too." I expect my voice to be forward, but it cracks.
Eric puts the gun up to my head. "No, I shot Ana the other week."
Dammit! I freeze under his words. I gulp and feel my throat begin to sting and get dry. Eric moves his gun from the side of my side to my forehead. He's smirking, like he enjoys this. How can someone be able to say being a murder is amazing.
"Eric, don't shoot her. She might be with them." The guy says.
"Why, I can just kill her now." Eric states.
"They'll come for me." I mumble.
"What was that?" Eric yelled.
"They'll come for me." I said a bit louder.
"Yeah, they will won't they. Let's just tie you up and lock you away." Eric says ordering the other guy to get duct tape and ropes.
Eric ties me up and locks me in a closet. As long as they don't come here they'll be safe, but I'll be dead.
Reed's P.O.V-
Everyone is getting their stuff packed. There's hardly any talk ever since the meeting ended. We all had gotten a letter from Bex. She didn't just leave me, she left everyone. Max, his girlfriend, Andrea, maybe Leah and Trent, and Ash and Liam cried. I know I did for sure. Everyone was heartbroken in a way.
"Reed, can I come in?" I hear Max at the door.
"Uh, yeah." I wipe another tear from my face.
"Woah, what happened in here?" He asks eyes going wide.
I look around at the destroyed room. I had recently punched the walls, broke the windows, thrown everything everywhere, and busted the desk. I look back at Max, "Nothing." I shrug.
"Man, don't let it get to you. She's an excellent fighter. She knows what she's doing. Let's just get our stuff and head off to New York. Then we'll go help her." He reassures me.
I smile and nod my head. We grab our bags and head downstairs to meet up with the team. Leah is talking to Carlie and the rest of us are down here. There's a noise all around us. We can't see anything due to the blocked windows. We blocked the off so we didn't have to see the horrible outside.
Carlie and Leah run down to us looking of panick. We all look at one another, but I volunteer as tribute (Ahh a little Hunger Games quote!) and walk to the door.
"Hello? Who's there?" I ask hoping to get a response.
Nothing. I open the door a crack, but can't see anything. I open it all the and pull my gun up. I turn to shut the door and feel a sharp pain in my back. I scream, not knowing what to do. I hear all the others run to the door and start shooting. Great another million zombies.
"Reed, are you alright? Lets get you inside, let them fight them off. I can take care of him!" Carlie jabbers as my eyes close and open repeatedly.
Is this the end? Will Carlie save me? All these questions run through my head, but I have no clue any of the answers.
"When you find Bex, tell her I love her and I'll see her someday." I manage to get out before passing out.
