Welcome to Nightmare Land |Complete|

Chapter eleven

"Okay, thank you. Goodbye." Dem sighs, dissatisfied, and then hangs up the phone.

"Any luck?" Kellan questions from the driver's seat, but the look Dem offers him provides an answer.

I peer down at my phone, cringing at the sixteen missed calls from George. I bite my lip, contemplating on calling him. But if I did, I would have to come up with some logical explanation for why the six of us have been gone for hours. Ultimately, I opt out of calling. Instead, I turn my phone off and place it in my pocket.

"What now?" I ask, gently nudging Dylan's head. Instead of leaning my shoulder, I move him to lean on the door as he slept. He is too exhausted to keep driving.

He whines a bit but then settles in a comfortable position. I look around the car. We're all drained. We've been driving for a few hours. Dem has made at least fifteen calls trying to locate Emily Johnson but has had no success. The most helpful call hinted to where she might be living, so that's where we're heading.

"Don't know." Mad says."Maybe we should-"

Dylan's abrupt screech cuts her off and he begins to convulse. His hands grasp for his neck and he starts clawing at the skin there. In a matter of moments, his noises begin dissolve into a series of strangled gurgles while he continues to spasm and fuss at his neck.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Kellan demands, suddenly bringing the vehicle to a halt, making us all jolt forward.

I move to lean over him in an attempt to wake him up.

"Dylan." I say, shaking him. "Dylan, its okay."

I try to pry to his hands from his neck, but they wouldn't dislodge. Looking closer at his neck, I see that it's turning slightly blue. He's cutting off the oxygen to his lungs.

"He can't breathe!" I cry out as his sounds become less and less frequent. His chest begins rising and falling unevenly.

Kellan instantaneously gets out the car and runs to the backseat and swings the door open. He pulls Dylan out and  onto the sidewalk. He attempts CPR but it doesn't seem to be working and he curses. We all cluster over him as Kellan tries his best to resuscitate him.

Is this really happening? I ponder riotously.

Mad leans over and begins murmuring into his ear while Kellan continues to pumps his chest, too preoccupied to question her actions. She places a hand on his chest and continues to tell him things.

"Mad." I whisper, confused. "What are you doing?"

She ignores me and continues whispering. I can't make out anything she's saying, but when Dylan begins coughing she leans back with wide eyes. I shoot a sharp and inquisitive glance at her, but again she pays me mind. Kellan rolls Dylan onto his side as he continues to cough and take huge greedy breaths.

Unsteadily, he gets on his hands and knees and feebly crawls away from us to dry-heave at the side of the road until he finally begins vomiting. When he finishes he sits back on his heels, still breathing deeply.