The Bryne Runaways (Updated)

Chapter 47

I feel my skin shiver up throughout my entire body from the atmosphere down here. I stand in place looking around my sightings to see tall trees on either sides of the road in view, which is wet from some rain also cracked in some places and completely vacant. I pause and attempt to hear something but what I get in return is absolutely nothing. No talking, no birds chirping, and also no footsteps. It's what made everything much more odd. That haunting silence that creeps upon you. I take a whip of the air to only catch the strong forceful breeze of extreme clean air mixed with a daunting odor that I can't put my finger on. It's empty.

I look at Uncle Ben in confusion and his look seems quite worried but prepared. I come closer to him then we begin to walk in a clear direction in the middle of the road the entire time where I'd often look back to see a vacant road behind me. No one's there but I feel it.

As I walk straight ahead my thoughts go back to the camp which I've had to escape from. I wondered what's going on over there? Who's over there getting tortured by Gordon for my actions. Who's taking my punishment?

A memory of my friends come to mind. What type of punishment will they have to go through at the moment just because of me? So much problems I have caused to the camp. Some campers might be lifeless because of what I have done, I opened the gate to the outside world and costed the lives of many. I feel my body shiver at the thought of it all and I can feel myself crack.

I was happy a couple of minutes ago but it faded into something dark. Why am I such a moody human? A bundle of questions. I am the bipolar youth. It's what I really think I am. There's no type of youth out there that isn't wanting to know the truths or filled with that raging curiosity. All I seek for are real answers. We all just consume the simple ones. The ones we've been fed aren't real truths but comforts to the remaining human race.

I know about the arrival but so on I am clueless about the rest. I've been distracted by camp where I'm forced to forget the reality outside and do my duties around while everyone plays reckless games. I am done receiving false answers by superior people. I want good answers. I want real ones.

We make a sudden stop when we spot a vehicle in the far distance. It's old and rusty, seems like it hasn't been used for a long time. Uncle Ben and I run over to it and see that the doors are open and with a dead battery. Uncle Ben raids the inside of the vehicle trying to find anything significant as I look at it from the front to see the glass has been shattered and on the edge of the car it's dented like it hit something. I look back at the glass to see it contain fresh thick blood on it. Someone's been here recently because it's not dried off blood but still moist.

"Uncle Ben?" I call him who searches through the glove compartment trying to find something. His eyes looks away from the compartment and to me till he notices what's on the glass. He gets out of the car and comes over to my side.

"Someone has been here" I claim. He stares at the shattered glass until he looks around our surroundings. No one's around just a creepy silence.

"Let's search the entire car and then we'll continue moving" Uncle Ben says and we go back to the vehicle. I get in the passenger seat continuing the work that's left off. I scurry through the papers in here but in this car there's nothing important. I look in the back seats and there's bags filled with clothing and other things. I kick it out of the car and go through it all, with my pocket knife I slit the bag open and dig through its containments.

Uncle Ben bangs on the outside of the hood and I make my way to him carefully. He takes a couple more swings with his axe at the trunk until it flies open with immediately a dreadful smell coming out of it. Something stirs around my stomach where I feel rage upward to where I want to throw up that piece of meat. It made me sick to the stomach. I cover my nose as well as Uncle Ben who opens up the black bag with his axe. Deep in the bag is a body twisted in a very unnatural way with deep wounds that costed his life. I quickly turn away in disgust because I couldn't bare the smell of whoever did this.