Compound

Chapter 1 (REWRITTEN)

Maddi's POV

Just a dream. My gorgeous boyfriend is not in a pool of his own blood at my feet. Wait. Something's wrong here. My legs are tangled in someone's. Brice sleeps more curled up. Hey, I'm 18, I'm allowed to sleep with my boyfriend. Anyways. I slowly blinked open my eyes. And screamed. My blurry, shitty contact vision allowed me only to see I was in the wrong sleeping bag with the wrong guy. So naturally, I punched him in the face. He woke up with a shriek.

"OW! What the hell Maddi!?" Oh. I know that voice.

"Sorry Drew."

"You should be." His pale, brownish-blondeish bangs were out of his gorgeous blue eyes. He looks similar to Brice, but his hair is thicker and his skin tans.

"Uh, why am I in your sleeping bag?"

"Brice said keep watch and he got out of your sleeping bag and you started shivering so he groaned and said to put you here."

"Why were you all huggy and leg-tangley?" He blushed.

"Ahh...... You were...... Cold....."

"No I wasn't."

"No not really."

"Drew-"

"I don't wanna talk about it, ok!?" I flinched. "Sorry... Just, forget it, ok?"

"Ok." There was a gunshot.

"Holy sh-"

"Cmon!" I yelled. We grabbed all the stuff that remained, and started running. There was a clearing in about ten yards, and Grant was on his knees. He screamed again, holding his chest. Blood soaked through his shirt. Drew ran up.

"Drew. The others went that way." He hugged him. "Goodnight." I grabbed his pack. We ran off in the direction Grant had pointed. Brice and Ethan leaned on trees, trying to catch their breath. While Brice and Drew had let their bangs grow out, Ethan had kept his tangled blonde hair somewhat manageable with a throwing knife we couldn't use. He blinked his blue eyes.

"Bruh I fucked up my contacts. This ain't goddamn fair." A single tear streaked through the dirt and fresh blood on Drew's face. He wiped it away, hoping we wouldn't notice.

"We need to keep moving. I think... Nevermind." Brice said. He pointed. Brice and Drew went ahead of us to mingle (argue about who hated everything under the sun more) (this game knows no winners) while me and Ethan stayed back.

"Tell me about Anna again." He sighed.

"Fine. Ok, so we were running through the forest, and we heard a branch snap. So I hid in a bush, with Anna sitting in my lap. I had my hand over her heart. Someone poked a gun in the bush, like the nerve guns, and shot through my hand and into her heart." He showed me his hand. The bones arched beautifully around a hole put there by a gun.

"She never even screamed. And, oh my god. The guy, who shot her, it was Nic."

"No, no, Nic would never."

"Yeah. Him, Riley, and Ryan. Short Ryan."

"Oh god." There was the sound of someone falling out of a tree.

"MOTHER FUC-"

"SOMEONE IS GOING TO HEAR YOU."

"GOOD. MAYBE, YOULL FINALLY LEARN HOW TO HOLD A GUN."

"I DONT HAVE A GUN, BECAUSE YOUUUU DROPPED IT IN THE GODDAMN LAKE."

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP."

"OH I NEED TO-"

"Jack Henry? Connor?"

"Who dat." I groaned.

"Oh, this is just what we need now. Asshat and Swagalisious."

"Oh and were excited to see you." Connor said stepping out of the trees. He was a lot shorter than me, but he stood on the balls of his feet and shoved his face into mine. His dark curls brushed mine. Jack followed behind him.

"How are you gonna insult me when YOU look like THAT." Jack sighed while me and Connor argued.

"Yes. Here we have Connor, aka the reason for gay stereotypes."