How much do you really know?

twenty

    We couldn't run back to kill them now, because as soon as Andrew stopped yelling, we heard Emery contacting the guards through her walkie talkie.
We were officially screwed.
    Maybe we had been screwed from the moment we stepped outside of that prison a couple weeks ago.
    Alarms started going off throughout the whole compound, red lights making everything appear as if it was basked in blood. It brought me back to the day I escaped from the Alaskan base, running through the halls while eyes followed me. It wasn't even a month ago, but it felt as if I had spent years with these boys.
I looked around at the seven of us that were left. Carson, Bryce, Aspen, Daniel, and Connor had guns, though Connor and Daniel were in no shape to shoot them. They were already having trouble keeping up with the rest of us, as was Justin. Connor's skin was no longer tan and he was clutching his stomach. He was in worse shape than Daniel and Justin. I slowed down a little to run next to him.
    "Connor, are you okay?" More panic slid its way into my voice than I meant.
    "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied with an annoyed look on his face that I had never seen before. His words sounded strained. "Stop asking. I already said I'm fine so you can back off."
    That was the first and last time I heard him sound like that. It shocked me and I actually did back off.
    Over the loudspeakers, we could hear the repeated sentence "CLOSE ALL DOORS! ALL GUARDS HEAD TO 3RD QUARTER, SECTION 2!" in a loud, mechanized voice.
    By that time, guards had started to run around corners in front of us and behind us. Carson shot a couple of them in front of us while Bryce fell back and started taking out the ones behind us. I was starting to get scared because the guards behind us were beginning to catch up to Bryce, Connor, Daniel, and Justin, who were falling farther behind every second. I felt like a burden; I didn't have a weapon to help fight with. I was just running along with the group.
Bryce stopped running.
    "Um, guys. Slight problem." Bryce looked down at his gun, then started running. "I'm out of ammo!"
    Many extremities came from the mouths of our group. I, however, felt and said nothing. We were going to be defeated soon anyway. No point in getting worked up now.
    Aspen, who was running in front of me, suddenly stopped. I almost tripped over her feet because of how unfocused I was. I looked up and saw Carson, who was also frozen. And beyond him I saw a door in the hallway closing. A door had closed, blocking the path in front of us. Carson, Aspen, and I all turned around at the same moment to see a similar spectacle on the other end of the hallway.
    We were trapped.
    All seven of us spun around in circles and stopped facing the window. The window that was three stories up. The window that could be broken with a little force. The window we could all jump through and probably land with little to no injuries. The window through which we could see a courtyard of GORG cars.
    That was the thought process that went through each and every one of our heads.
    We all locked eyes with each other and it was decided in an instant. Carson looked at me and motioned for me to jump out first. Bryce came up behind me and slammed the butt of his gun into the window. It barely made a dent.
    "Shit. Oh shit. What are we gonna do now?" he said, a little louder with each word.
    "Keep trying, idiot! We can't give up now!" Justin screamed at Bryce angrily. Carson walked up to the glass and hit the same spot as hard as he could with the butt of his gun. This time a small circle was formed.
    We could hear the footsteps of guards in nearby hallways, nearing the doors that opened into our hallway.
    Carson hit the window again while whispering "come on, come on, come on" over and over again. Every time, the crack got a little bigger and a little bigger, but at this rate, the window wouldn't break before the guards arrived.
    The cracks had almost spread to be the size of a human body, but the glass still wasn't breaking. The footsteps were getting louder and we could now hear the shouts of the guards.
    I heard Chase shout, "Move!" and the next thing I knew, his body was flying past me and he jumped, shoulder first, into the middle of the area of glass that we had cracked. The glass broke around his body and he fell out the window. We heard his body hit the ground and a grunt.
    Before anyone had time to react, Carson started shouting at people to go without missing a beat. He would make a great leader one day, if he survived.
    "Eliana, go," Carson said, and added, "NOW!" when I hesitated. I pushed all the bad thoughts away and ran to the window, jumping out without thinking, because I knew if I thought, I would get scared and not jump. Then I would endanger everyone and become more of the burden that I already felt I was.
    I planned to bend my knees to brace the impact, but before I knew it, I was inches away from the ground and I landed with almost straight legs. The second I landed, it felt like someone had stabbed me in the shin, not that I had ever been stabbed.
    A scream ripped through my throat as I hit the concrete and wrapped an arm around my leg.
    Daniel landed next to me and gave a grunt, his hand gripping his shoulder tight, blood oozing through his fingers.
    I could hear Carson yelling orders from the window. He told Aspen to jump next. I looked up at the broken window, eyes blurry with tears as my leg throbbed. I refused to look at it. Bryce peeked his head through the window just as Aspen launched herself through. He caught my eyes, and his eyebrows came together in worry.
    "Eliana, are you okay?" His voice sounded desperate.
    I couldn't even manage a reply, just a shake of my head. How could Daniel and Connor and Justin keep going so easily when they had been shot and stabbed and I couldn't even muster a reply after landing wrong on my leg?
    Bryce shouted at Chase from above. "Chase, get Eliana in that car and get the car running NOW."
    Chase came over and tried to pick me up.
    "I'm fine!" I snapped, trying to pull myself up by myself. "I can walk."
    "Uh, yeah I'm not so sure about that," he said as he glanced down at my leg.
    I finally decided to take a look and instantly regretted it.
    At first, all I saw was blood. But then, I saw the white. My bone was sticking out of my skin.
    "Oh. Maybe you're right," I said, my head spinning and my stomach churning. I would definitely throw up if I walked. Actually, I would probably throw up either way.
    I turned to see Connor land. The second he landed, he fell to the ground, gripping his side and yelling out.
    Chase slipped his hands under my body and lifted. I tried to resist and said he should help Connor instead, but he ignored me. The second my leg lifted off the ground, a pain so intense that my vision went black for a second ripped through my leg. I screamed and Chase walked as fast as he could to the car.
    When my vision finally focused, I could see the rest of the boys on the ground. Carson was screaming at everyone to move and Bryce was pulling Connor up from the ground.
    Connor was so pale. Was he always that pale? He must have been.
    Why was the ground rolling? And the sky? Was there an earthquake? No, Chase was running beneath me easily.
    I didn't remember anything after that.