The Island

Part 10 - 1

Part 10:

One:

Wyatt nearly fell out of bed at the calamity of the tree. Logan screamed and gripped the sheets. "What the freak was that?" She leaned up out of bed. Logan felt short of breath. "Get up." Wyatt commanded her. He stood up out of bed, looking intently at the door. "It sounded like an explosion." Logan slipped out of bed as well and located her slippers in the pale moonlight. She looked out the window, wondering if the noise came from outside. She saw nothing except the moon's reflection through the trees by the lake shore. From her window, she couldn't see around to where the tree fell. "It was like a bomb went off-" She said, not really directed at anyone. Wyatt stood behind her, with an arm extended for the door warily. He feared there might be a fire or poisonous carbon monoxide out in the hall. Remembering fire safety drills from elementary school, Wyatt felt the door. He expected the door to be warm, but instead it was ice cold. Wyatt sure picked the right night to wear pajamas; he still was topless, but he doubted he'd need one in the black cold. Little did he know we was about to be way wrong. He gripped the doorknob and exhaled. Logan turned back and watched his slow movements. "Well, open it." She said. Wyatt took a breath and threw open the door, letting the aroma of oak and the stinging cold of the night engulf his body. Before Logan could even reach him, a cloud of dust assaulted him, making him cough. He put his hand to his mouth to try and shield himself from the dust. The cloud swamped their room and hit Logan as well. Her haste turned to a slow walk as she coughed and took her collar of her pajama top over her mouth. "Get me my shirt." Wyatt said muffled to Logan. He pointed to one of his tee shirts on the floor. Logan bent over, grabbed it, and tossed it to him. He caught it with his free hand and quickly slid it over his body. Logan hurriedly ran past him, turning left in the hall and toward the stairs. Wyatt raised his collar to his face and went for the door. He closed it, and tried to make sense of all this. The cold. The dust cloud. The loud bang. What all happened? Logan found the steps and went down them fast. When she skipped the last few steps and jumped to the wooden landing. When she turned the corner, the source of the noise shocked her to the core. Almost as loud as Jeanette scream a few days ago, Logan let out a God-awful scream. "OH MY GOD!" She was only on the first step from the landing when she finally saw it. The once standing oak tree had smashed through west wing of the cabin. Just at the intersecting halls, the entire bedroom hallway was reduced to rubble. The ceiling had fallen through all in through the hallway that Logan could see. She looked up and gasped again. "Holy shit." Wyatt witnessed the sight too. A cloud of dust came from the upstairs bathroom came racing out. The cloud from upstairs swept over their heads and met the cloud of dust pouring from the foyer. Both of them put their collars to their mouths as the dust surrounded them severely. Being cautious yet swift, they made their way down the remaining seven stairs. They got a better look at the damage from below. beheld the absolute disaster. "Oh my God." Wyatt muffled. He stared at the damage, fearing the worst out of who called that hallway home. "Oh my God..." Logan released her collar from her mouth. She put a hand to her forehead and began pacing back and forth. "Logan, cover your mouth." Wyatt said. She didn't listen and kept pacing. "Logan, listen to me-" "Shut up." Logan said quietly. "Logan-" "SHUT UP!" She ripped back to her boyfriend. Her eyes were swelled with tears. She wiped a tear from her eye and coughed. "Logan, we need to get out of here-" Without even bothering to let Wyatt finish his sentence, she took off for the mouth of rubble. "Logan!" Wyatt raced after her. He left his collar down, reaching with his hands forward to try and catch her. She only got a few steps into the ruins before Wyatt got her. He grasped her shoulder, walked her out, and spun her around. "Wyatt! Let me go-" "Logan, you can't go in there-" "Our friends may be dead! We need to help them-" "WE CAN'T HELP THEM IF WE DIE IN THE PROCESS!" Wyatt's words lasted in the foyer. Logan coughed and began to become weak in the legs. "Come with me." Wyatt said. He led her across the foyer, aiming for the safety of the closed library. Logan was becoming slower and slower, forcing Wyatt to grip under her arms and carry her to the library doors. The cold and dust were not just effecting Wyatt; inhaling the dust particles and the stinging night air began to take their toll on Wyatt as well. Logan tried to walk, but she was getting to the point of falling into unconsciousness. Wyatt coughed and tried to bring his sleeve to his mouth. He brought up his collar but it did little. The overwhelming amount of dust in the foyer was now extremely nauseating. Wyatt tried the library doors, the the door handle seemed stuck. With his strength failing him, he tried desperately to get into the library. The handle started to give, but Wyatt was struggling to hold Logan and keep on his own two feet. They both started to stumble backwards into the middle of the foyer, were Adin's body once supposedly lied. With a cough, Wyatt and Logan were going down. Just as they began to fall back, something at the top of the stairs caught Wyatt's eye.