I threw my toothbrush and toothpaste into the bag, completing my packing. I glanced over my shoulder, checking for them. They won't find you, Sam. I assured myself. I shook my 7 year old brother, who was asleep on a blanket in the corner. He stirred slightly. He looked so peaceful; For Jordan, being peaceful was rare. He had autism. We had set up camp in a empty building, outside of the town of Jem. Before the Bees arrived, it was a booming town.
"Sammy? Where is mommy?" His big brown eyes had question in them. I couldn't tell him that they had took her to Queen Bee.
"Just out. She is going to catch up to us, buddy. We have to leave OK?" Yeah. That works. I zipped up my light blue backpack. Turning to Jordan,I took a deep breath.
"Come on. Pack up," I crouched down and helped him put his few things in his bag. Berry. Blankie. Photo of Zoe. Snacks. All packed. I pulled him to his feet. I turned once more and gazed out the broken glass pane that was a window. I pushed a hand through my dark brown hair.
"Let's go Jord." I grabbed his hand and walked down the hallway to the planks I had bolted over the doors. Grunting, I pulled them down, and walked our into the sunlight. I felt for the gun in my waist band. We started up the hill. I had a flashback to when Zoe was here. Zoe was Jordan's twin. They were 5 when she died. Cancer. Jordan still has nightmares. Crack crack. I whipped around. Bee soldiers were storming up the hill. I scooped up my brother, because he is not fast. Sprinting away from the hill, I said a short prayer. I slipped into a tiny over hand and pressed my back to the wall. Breathing as quietly as I could I put my hand over Jordan's mouth, just in case.
"Great, Priscilla, you lost them," a deep voice said with annoyance.
"You could of ran faster Bruce." A higher, more feminine voice, Priscilla, said.
