The man below me passed right on by the tree, and I let out a long sigh before I checked my phone. I didn't have a single bar of service to call for help, so I had to wait it out.
The horrible truth about that man and that house was the fact the files were for people. Each folder had the name of one person in it, and the information he'd taken from them. They were mostly boys and young men, but there were a few girls.
That was fine. Weird, but fine, until I realized what else the folders had in them. Pictures of the victims were printed out, of them strapped to tables with sometimes three or four IVs sticking out of their arms and legs. Bruises covered their bodies, and sometimes blood did too, but not as often. It didn't chill me too much, but then I'd found a folder with Lafayette's name on it. I didn't look in it. Under that folder rested ones with James's name and another with Rose's name. And then I ran. And then I climbed up the tree. Because I would have been next.
They hadn't been weak at all. Something he'd done was the reason they were dead.
As the adrenaline faded, my bruised arm started to hurt again from climbing the tree, and I also started getting hungry. But I had to watch for the man to go home before I could move even the smallest bit. Knocking down a branch would mean danger. And danger would mean more running. And him being faster than me meant death.
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Nausea: Sequel to Warcrossed
FanfictionAfter the death of his boyfriend, brother, and a little girl, John seeks to find answers as to why they died from using something completely harmless to everyone else. With the help of a small group of people, he works through his grief and tries to...
