The Code of The Alpha

Chapter Fourteen - Running in the Rain

He rolled his eyes and pointed at the road in front of him.

"You'll go this way for about a mile and turn left on the first street you come across. That road will lead you to the training fields."

As he was saying this, I caught sight of a young woman sitting in the passenger seat of his truck. She leaned forward slightly, eyes wide with fear.

'Help me,' she mouthed.

I felt my heart drop to my feet.

"Hello?" The man's voice pulled me from my shock.

"Thank you. I'll try to keep track of directions next time," I stuttered out.

He grunted and shook his head before rolling the window back up and continuing on his way.

As I oriented my body towards the road he was traveling, I felt myself begin to panic.

Did I really just see that? Was that really what she was trying to say? What am I supposed to do?

I didn't have my phone. The truck was too far away for me to read the license plate.

Almost instinctively, I began to run.

Towards the truck.

What the hell are you going to do? Follow him? And what will you do when you get where he is going? I asked myself.

I tried to think of a reasonable alternative, but my mind was racing too quickly for me to contemplate each thought.

So I kept running.

Thankfully, the road was long and the truck drove at a leisurely speed.

My heart was racing in my chest.

My legs were burning.

I was out of breath to the point that I was growing dizzy.

The rain had begun to fall heavier. I was nearly soaked and I had to blink rapidly to keep the water from falling into my eyes.

After a few minutes, I knew I had long since passed the turn that the trucker had told me to make. I could only hope he didn't look in his rearview mirror and see my idiot self chasing him.

Just when I was about to give up out of pure exhaustion, the truck turned into the driveway of a modest ranch-style home. I immediately stopped running and began to walk slowly, still hoping I was far enough behind that he wouldn't see me.

Breathing deeply, trying to catch my breath, I walked towards the house cautiously.

Yeah? Now what are you going to do? I asked myself. You followed him. You kept up. Congratulations. Now turn around and go home.

Despite my best attempts to reason with myself, I kept walking towards the house—moving quicker when he pulled the truck into a garage and closed the door behind him.

There were no houses in the nearby area, just trees. I walked off the road in favor of their cover.

Trying my best to formulate a plan quickly, I walked slowly towards the house from the side.