The Girl and The War

Chapter Twenty Eight- Sam

   I screamed and hit the hard steel gate that has just separated Kayla from me.

"No! No! Kayla!" I cried. Margo did her best to try to drag me away, but with the gunshot wound in her thigh, she was barely able to standup.

"Sam we have to go, they are going to follow us." Margo told me. The Gilman's were waiting at the top of the steps, confused at what had just occurred.

"Where's Kayla?" Theresa asked. The poor woman was barely able to stand on her own, due to the large lacerations in her back.

"She..she's still inside." I said. "She's going to die."

"No she won't Sam. The General still sees her as his daughter, they won't kill her." Margo told me. I didn't respond.

"She's right Sam, Kayla will be okay." Adam said, although he looked quite miserable. I nodded at him, not feeling too reassured. Eventually I pulled myself together enough to help Margo up the stairs. I looked around at the area. It appeared just how I remembered when I first showed up here. A large field surrounded by barbwire. Below us was the entire Base. The four of them made their way across the field. I realized quickly that they didn't have much of a plan.

"Where are we going to go." I asked the Gilman's.

"To the Rebels." Theresa replied. "Their main camp is posted where Texas use to be."

"How the hell are we going to get there? That would take weeks to walk, and no one here is really in the condition to travel by foot anyways." I said, feeling quite hopeless.

"We will take the train." Margo spoke.

"What train?" I asked.

"About twenty miles from here is a train run covertly by rebels that allows food and supplies to be transferred from here to Texas. We will hop on it and get to Texas in a few days." Margo explained.

"Margo..how do you know this?" I asked her.

"Because Sam, I'm a part of the Rebels." She said. I nearly dropped her on the ground.

"What? What are you talking about?" I was in disbelief.

"The rebels sent me here a few months ago to try to locate the whereabouts of the Gilman's, thanks to your help, I did my job by finding them and rescuing  them. Now we have to bring them back." Margo said. I didn't respond. Oddly it all made sense, why Margo wanted to help the Gilman's so bad. It's because she was never a part of the Allegiance. "Don't be mad Sam, I couldn't tell you, it was for your own safety."

"We have to get medical help for your leg." Was all I told her. "And for the both of you." I said this time to the Gilman's.

"We don't have time to rest anywhere." Adam said. "Who knows how long it will take for the Allegiance to get that gate open, frankly they could have opened it already."

"We can fix you up on the train then." I said. I scooped up Margo who let out a scream of pain. "Let's go find this train." The four of them slowly made their way through the woods beyond the field. Margo had a compass hidden in the purse where she kept the detonator. They were able to track down the train which was currently at a stop.

"Thank God." Margo mumbled. "We made it."

"I'm the one carrying your heavy ass." I growled and gently put her down. "I should be the one relieved." The Gilman's walked to the front of the train to where the conductor was. I saw the two of them talking to him and he stuck out his hands to shake theirs. A few minutes later they came back.

"The conductor said they are leaving in an hour, waiting for a group to come back with ammo. He said we can hide out in the third cart. There's medical supplies in that one." Theresa explained. I scooped up Margo again and followed the Gilman's to the third cart. They slid open the door and the four of them got in and collapsed, exhausted from the days adventure. The sun was already rising and I hadn't slept in 24 hours. I was so tired, I passed out immediately.

When I woke up, I saw Adam wrapping up Margo's leg. Theresa has bandages all over her back, and was quietly sleeping on a sandbag. "How's your leg?" I asked Margo.

"Better, Adam is pretty good with a needle." She told me while showing off her new stitches. All of a sudden the train shuddered to life. I heard the trains horn blast, and within the minute, they began moving. I let out a sigh of relief. They were safe, for the moment. That relief quickly turned to fear when I thought about Kayla and what was happening to her. I still felt the feeling of her lips on mine, before she shoved me out of the base and broke the door. She had done everything she could have to free her parents, and now, was most likely a prisoner herself. Deep down I know Margo was right, The General wouldn't kill Kayla, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't punish her either. Adam seemed to be reading my face.

"She's going to be okay Sam. She has to be." He said, although I wasn't sure if he was trying to convince me or himself. "You two should get some shut eye, we have a long trip until we reach the Rebel's camp." He told me and Margo. I nodded and laid back down, allowing the soothing sounds of the train to rock me back to sleep.