Planet Eden: The Garden

Chapter 4. Horses

Chapter 4.

Thorne's driving was nauseating. Every once in a while, she would turn sharply, sending Camille's unconscious body towards my highly damaged one. My leg was still bleeding, and blood was still dripping down the side of my face. My hand was attempting to keep the pressure on my thigh, but it didn't seem to be helping. Both Thorne and Wynter knew I was hurt but did nothing to help.

Occasionally Wynter would stick his hand out the window, creating black ice on the pavement in case the Exterminators returned. Though I doubted since it would take more than one crane to get them out of the ditch Wynter had successfully gotten them in. The smartest thing for them to do would be to walk, but judging by the small crash that was heard one of them had to have been hurt if not all of them. They weren't the best at driving cars anyway.

From the many rumors and gossip that clouded over The Garden, they relied primarily on horseback and carriages. Just the thought of going near a horse made my nose wrinkle in disgust. Not only did they stink terribly, but they just weren't as fast as cars. The Royal Family paraded in carriages all around the villages in The Garden, visiting the small clans that controlled their own individual parts. All of them followed what the King ordered though, and hardly anyone refused him. They were too peaceful to fight or complain, though things wouldn't change if a few brave souls didn't.

We've been driving for about three hours, and I was beginning to grow car sick. I had spent half a day driving once, but nothing compared to the way Thorne did. There were no cars around us for miles so I couldn't understand why she still continued to speed. No one was behind us, so there was no threat. The only threat I had, however, was the potential risk of bleeding out.

"Help a girl out?" I asked, feeling my head once again go foggy. It happened about every ten minutes, and it would take me a few seconds to get out of it.

"Once we get to the checkpoint," Thorne said snippily, her eyes looking in the review mirror before she once again twisted the wheel to the right. I groaned in pain as I tried to hold Camille's body.

"I'm bleeding out on your seats." I huffed.

"Once we get to the checkpoint," Thorne repeated. "Try to live for another ten minutes please."

Wynter didn't say anything as he turned his body around to look me over. My eyes narrowed at him, putting as much hatred into my look as I could. His face was blank when we locked eyes, but he flickered them away as soon as we did. He turned his head back around to look towards the road, his eyes darting towards anything that moved in the rural area. What was that all about?

I shook Camille, hoping she would wake up but nothing happened. I grew more and more concerned for her, wondering why she still hadn't woken up. If he had knocked her out with only a snowball, wouldn't she have woken up already? The only thing I could think of to make her this unconscious was if he had injected her with the same sedative. I tried to think of some type of chemical or ingredient that had that capability but came up blank.

A weathered down barn came into view, and Thorne cruised towards it. A man was standing outside of it, his face invested on the watch on his wrist. He looked up, his dark green hair sticking straight up as he approached our still speeding vehicle. Thorne stopped suddenly, the door to the barn opening slowly as a group of men and women stood by it. Thorne rolled down the window, a small smirk on her lips.

"I told you I would make it by noon, Fang." She handing out her hand. A bag was placed in her palm, metal banging together from the inside could be heard.

"Any injuries?" I turned my head to look at him, noticing he had similar features as Thorne.

"Yes, in the back." She directed her thumb towards me, and the man nodded at her.