We just sat there. Thats all we really could do, wait. We sat there for minutes, maybe half an hour. It's getting dark. The sun was setting and it was getting cold. We sat by Elijah and hurdled to keep warm, but it wasn't helping.
"So now what? Where's the phone?" Bea asked beside me.
"Umm..." I looked down. "I don't remember..." everyone moaned.
"Sorry!" I shivered. "Maybe by the tires? I have no idea."
"Well, I'm to cold, so I'm staying anyways." Bea said. Everyone agreed.
"Can someone get that sweatshirt over there?" Elijah muttered. I was shocked, he hasn't talked for a while, and also, a sweatshirt? In the middle of this crash?
"Um, sure...where?" Ethan asked, standing up.
"Over by the truck near the shattered glass." He said getting closer to me to see.
"Keep low Ethan." Kass said from Beas left. Ethan crouched low and walked near the truck, it wasn't that far. More gunshots came from the field, machine guns and shotguns.
"How much longer is this going to be?" I heard someone say from the side of the car we were sitting by. We all turned, it was David, he was helping Brendon stand. They got down and hugged us. Bea and Dwy started to cry along with them.
"Where were you guys?" Dwy asked.
"After the crash we ran in the field and laid down for protection-"
"I got shot!" Brendon laughed. Dwys jaw dropped. He laughed some more.
"Oh, and we found a little beer from one of the vans so..."
"David, why would you drink it then?" I covered my face.
"We were in distress and we were thirsty!" David laughed.
"Do you have anymore?"
"Elijah!"
"Sorry." Elijah laughed and sat up as Ethan walked over with the sweatshirt. He laid it out of Elijah. Elijah's blue nike shirt was still on his shoulder, it was covered in blood and it smelled.
"You sure your ok?" I asked him.
"Just cold, don't worry."
"Alright." I brought my knees up to my chest and looked at the guy who got shot. It was either Adam or Ryland.
The gun shots never seemed to end. How many people are there? 30? It seems like a hundred! Maybe 5 shots per minute.
"I'm going crazy out here!" Ethan said from near the tire. "We need a phone! We're all freezing and sitting here isn't doin any good." We all just sat there. "Seriously...Nothing?" Still, we were all quiet. "Emma, you always come up with ideas." I sighed and looked at Elijah.
"He's in bad shape, we need to do something, but I don't know what. We could search near the trucks and see what there is, call 911 then wait. Maybe nothing over there, but that's all I got..." it was dead silence.
"Emma, that was a plan what are you talking about." David muttered. Dwy, Bea, and Kass laughed.
"Well, I guess we try it then." Brendon stood up and helped Ethan up.
"Just be careful. There's still gunshots." Dwy told them.
While the guys were looking for a phone, we sat by Elijah.
"Can I look at it?" I asked. He gave me a stank eye."
"Hell no, it hurts."
"My moms a doctor, I need to see if it's infected." I sat up. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"You know that doesn't mean anything right...my mom is a nurse and I know nothing."
"Just let me see, it's obvious if it's infected. Plus the bullet itself could do it." He sighed and pulled off. I covered my mouth. There was blood dried and crusted around his wound. I could see the bullet, only maybe 4 centimeters down, 3 even.
"Well, you weren't shot bad, only a ways down-"
"Can you take it out." He interrupted me. I laughed.
"I can't remove it. One, I have no tools, two, you would bleed out. And three, most importantly, Im not a doctor." He closed his eyes and started crying. He covered his eyes and turned his back to me.
"Elijah, I'm sorry..." I tear began to form in my eye. I hate seeing him in pain, I wish police would just magically appear and help.
"Hey..." Ethan came over with a smile.
"What are you so happy about." Dwy asked.
"Well, we didn't find a phone, but Brendon found this..." Ethan reached in both pockets. He pulled out a gun and a 'emergency button.'
"Ethan!" Kass said and got by him. "We're not going to use that. We don't need to-"
"It's just in case." Ethan looked at it. "Anyone here ever shot one?" He asked, he laughed, know one said they did. "Well, then I guess I'll try it myself." He studied it and turned off the safety lock.
"I'll do it Ethan." David said. Ethan handed it to him and sat down.
"Now we make a plan of escape..."
