Half Moon

Chapter 2

As soon as Summer realized that there was a chance that Miley was alive, she did everything she could to try to find her. She dug around online and discovered that in the past few years people had been going missing all over America, especially near Maine and Alaska.

She decided to take a trip to Maine to try to see if she could find anything, and Maine was considerably closer to Philadelphia than Alaska was. She rented a camper trailer to drive up in. Summer loved the camper trailer. With Miley gone, their house just felt too big. She felt so alone in the empty silence that always filled every room, but not in the camper trailer. It was big enough to live in for a while, but not so big that it felt hollow with only one person. It was never silent either. There was always the radio, or birds, or rain or some comforting noise. The little camper trailer felt more like home to her than the big empty house had since Miley had disappeared.

It took less than a day for Summer to get to Maine, but she spent days driving around trying to find any hints of... something. She didn't quite know what she was looking for. A prison? A secret base? After a few days of searching she ended up in Weston, way up north. She asked locals if they had heard about any suspicious disappearances or anything like that happening, just like she had in every other place she had visited. This time she got answers. Actual, specific answers! A waiter at a small restaurant sold her that his daughter, who had the same rare blood type as Miley, had gone missing a few years before. He didn't know exactly what happened, but he had seen a few people lurking outside their house for about a week before she vanished.

He said the day it happened, his neighbors had heard something come from their house and seen a van headed towards the cliffs. After hearing his story she had even more questions. Her biggest one was who was behind this. Who would kidnap people because of their blood type? She drove out to the cliffs to try to find something. After hours of searching, just about to give up, she heard a metallic clang from the edge of the rocks. She ran to the fence and looked down but she couldn't see anything. The fence was a few feet from the edge, but the edge was crumbling so she couldn't climb over to look. She was about to walk away when she heard a shout from below. She had to get down there, or at the very least, see what was down there.