So on the last chapter I didn't get the amount of votes/comments/reads I usually get... so I haven't really been excited or motivated to even write this story. This chapter will be short because I don't you to get bored of reading.
But I am starting a short story called, Cool, it's a h.s. fanfic. You should go check it out.
Harry
And that was it. It was all over, the only thing I remember was Max being trapped between the shelf and floor. A crazy, dirty man trying to kill him.
It all happened so fast. "Holy shit." Cayden whispered. We were both staring down at the same bloody mess. The man had repeatedly stabbed Max in the chest and face as he crawled his way up. Before he could crawl out from under the shelf Cayden bashed his head in.
"Guys the old man is freaking out." Toby came running over to us, his breathing was labored.
We knew people were going to get hurt, but we didn't think this would happen. Leaving him here wasn't an option. He was Echo's friend, and out of respect it'd be best to bury him. "Shit." I had suddenly remembered we didn't have time to bury a dead body, or stop, or lag behind, because Echos life is on the line.
We had to leave him.
So to make it easy, I walked away. Cayden and Toby were calming George down, and I felt somewhat bad for him. He was stuck with us now. "We have to keep moving." I mumbled walking past the three.
"You're just going to leave him?" George cried.
I turned to face him. "Look, we don't have time to go burying bodies! This is all your fault anyways!" I yelled. "Hurry up!"
Cayden and Toby were already by my side, pulling him along. We were wasting so much time, and time wasn't on our side right now. The sun was setting slowly. I could see the tall steel wall not far from here, it was taller than the tallest trees. It's surface reflected light, and I knew that behind those walls were lies, and people who didn't know the truth.
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"Finally." Cayden said. He sat himself in the dirt. We made it to the wall, and after walking along it for a while we found the door. We don't know where this door leads, we don't even know if the key card will work. But were waiting it out for now.
"So, how are we doing this?" Toby said, sitting under the tree next to me.
"Were gonna rest, get cleaned up, try this key card out. If it works we get in, if it doesn't..."
"Were screwed." Toby said.
"Basically."
"Pass me the water." Cayden reached his hand out and waited. I picked it up, and placed it in his hand. I looked over to George who was facing away from us. I should make things right with him, make sure he's not holding a grudge against me for wanting to kill his son, or for what happened to Max.
I stood up and made my way over to him.
I took a deep breath and sat next to him. "George, we need to talk."
Elly
Nausea's. I feel so nausea's. Like something has poisoned my body and I need to get it out. I couldn't open my eyes though, I couldn't open my mouth. I was totally immobile.
I was trying so hard to move, to make a sound, but when I couldn't I felt like I should just drift back into a deep sleep and give up. Is that what I should do? I have nothing anymore. No one is coming for me, no one can come for me. I'm in so much pain. My heart hurts and I wish I could cry because I know it would feel ten times better than this. Being trapped in this darkness is torture.
