Inter-Dimensional {{{ON HOLD}}}

Four

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Chapter Four

When I wake up, I’m in the same place as I was around two days ago, when I first came here. The dead bird’s still lying on the sand. The air around it smells a little funny now though.

‘Flynn!’ I shout, before realising that he’s still out. He’s lying down, just behind me.

I reach over to him and shake him. His eyes flutter before he wakes up. His dark brown curls are sticking to his forehead with sweat. I put my hand up to my forehead and realise I’m also sweating.

‘You okay?’ Flynn asks.

‘I’m okay. How about you?’

‘Feeling a little weird but apart from that I’m fine.’

We decide we should try heading for the partly purple trees, which, as you can see, are about a mile away.

We get to the trees and we try climbing one of the trees. Flynn gives me a boost and I pull him up. We climb to the very top and I grab several leaves and I stuff them into a zip pocket on my trousers.

‘Mimi, look.’ Says Flynn, pointing.

I look to where he’s pointing. In a ditch-y kind of thing, there’s a small hut made out of sticks and dead leaves.

‘Civilization.’ I breathe.

‘My God.’ Says Flynn. ‘They could look a bit like us but maybe they have blue skin. Or-or-or red skin! That would be so awesome!’

I punch his shoulder. ‘Shush. We need to see what’s there. Come on.’ I say, making my way down the tree.

The bark is very smooth on this tree. It’s a kind of peachy coloured bark.

We make our way down the tree and move towards the ditch hut. We stand at the edge of the ditch and get our knives out. Who knows what could be down there?

Flynn and I skid down the slope without too much noise. Then I move to one side of the hut and Flynn moves to the other side. The hut is so short we can see each other’s head over the top.

‘Kick the walls and hit the roof when I say.’ Mouths Flynn.

I nod.

He holds up a hand and counts five… four… three… two… one. Then I kick and hit the low roof with my palms. I hear screams from inside and Flynn and I stop kicking and smacking.

‘Hello?’ I say. They might not speak English though, I realise.

‘Are you human?’ Says a voice from inside.

‘Yes.’ I say, confused.

‘Thank God!’ Then it crawls out. “It” is a boy in a dirty and torn school uniform with matted and muddy hair. His face is smeared with dirt and his lips are cracked like he hasn’t drunk anything for hours.

‘Shit!’ Flynn shouts.

‘How the hell did you get here?’ I ask.

‘I don’t know.’ He says. ‘I need to get home.’