When we landed in the airport in Torreón, all of us looked jet-lagged and tired. It was raining, which didn't help the mood at all, although it felt really good on my dirty face. I paused to take it in.
"Everything okay?" Giovanni asked me. Everyone turned to me.
"Yeah, everything's fine," I said as I jogged to catch up with everyone.
Bailey held her hand out for me, and I took it gratefully. We climbed inside another SUV and started the five hour trip to Sierra Mojada.
I sighed deeply and stared out of the window, which is what I typically do when I'm tired or worried about something. Mentally, I'm completely exhausted. I'm tired of having to constantly keep my guard up every time I step out into the open. Physically, my leg from where I was shot has still never completely healed. Landon reassured that the bullet was not in there, so the only thing I have to watch out for is infection. Everyone else, especially Donovan and except Quentin, is coated with their fair share of bruises and cuts. The majority of them looked pretty painful, and some looks like they'd leave scars. Quentin said that they'd make us look tough.
Beginning to feel tired, even after my three days of sleep, I rested my elbow against the door and laid my head on my palm and closed my eyes.
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I woke up in a cold sweat. Looking around, I was in an unfamiliar place. It was filled with trees; they were extremely tall, looking as if they could touch the sky. It wasn't like the forest in Mexico. I was in a completely different country. I was sure of it.
"Guys?!" I screamed out, with no reply.
I was terrified, but part of me knew that this was a dream, better yet a nightmare. I was also confused. Why did this feel so real?
A gunshot rung out in the distance, and my natural instinct told me to run, but I didn't. I started to run towards it, because for some reason I knew that it could've been the rest of the Powerclan. Bustling through the trees and avoiding the several snakes that littered the trees and the high grass, I let out another desperate scream.
"Donovan! Bailey!"
More gunshots tore through the sky, and a deafening scream came after it. It sounded like Bailey or Jamie, and I continued to run faster right for it.
I stumbled over something, causing me to fall hard on my chest, knocking the wind out of me. Gunshots ripped through my ears and I got back to my feet and continued to sprint.
It stopped. It stopped as soon as I got into a small clearing in the forest.
"Guys...?" I said, looking around.
I found Landon's dead body laying down in the grass. Blood was spilled everywhere, and I jumped back in surprise. I cursed loudly.
Jamie was laying motionless in the grass on her side. Blood was splattered all over her chest and face.
"No. Wake up Mason!" I said, pounding the side of my head. "WAKE UP!"
Bailey was surely dead. She was tore up all over her stomach and her chest. Blood was everywhere. I screamed so loudly that my throat was sore. "NO!!"
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