Once I got back to the dry, sandy area, it hit me that I don't know where the boys or the girls are. I started walking through the hills of sand until I saw a broke down building that looks like it had been through so much. I walked into the broken building and started looking around. I found an old room with a glass wall that was broken. There was a flashlight on the floor. The flashlight was on and the light was shining straight into my eyes. I blocked the light and walked inside the room, turned off the flashlight, and put it in one of my bags. I walked around the room, examining everything. Someone had been here, there was no way someone couldn't have.
There was a bag on the floor, I grabbed it and looked inside. It was the medical bag I had given Jeff. It was made out of a blanket and sheets. I smiled at the thought of the boys being here, and the fact that the flashlight was on and hadn't died yet. They were most likely here within the last day or so.
I searched through the room for any supplies I could use and decided to just take the medicine bag with me and found a stable place to sleep. I had a blanket set up on the ground and a few strings with old empty cans set up around me for if someone walked in the room. Before I fell asleep, I made sure to take the medicine the doctors at Wicked had stored for me.
When I woke up, the room was completely silent. I don't know how that changed exactly. But all I remember is that now I'm outside, running for my life.
Cranks are chasing me, I've shot a few of them down with my pistol, but that's it. There are at least twenty of them.
My feet were tearing through the sand, pushing me through. I ran like my life depended on it, cause it does.
I got to the top of a hill and fell, sliding down the sand. There had to be a rock or something somewhere in the sand, I had a cut down my good leg. It was bleeding and had sand already getting stuck in the wound. I ran as fast as I could, but it was hard with a prosthetic leg and the other one having a huge gash on it.
As I ran, I thought of those boys, and Sonya and Harriet. I pushed myself even harder and ran up a hill, this time the area after it was flat, with no slopes to fall. I looked back and saw the cranks running down the hill I had fallen on. I continued running, faster than I should have.
I saw people walking across a flat desert plain. I continued running, my throat becoming dry. My only water was in the bottom of my bag, I couldn't get it yet. I continued running, becoming slower and slower every minute. The air felt thicker each second. It felt like everything was in slow motion. I was running as fast as I could, the cranks following me. I made it to another hill, it was the last one until the flat plains.
Dark clouds formed quickly like a storm, but there was no rain. There was a loud grumbling noise that almost made me fall. The noise reminded me of something. I had a brief flash in my mind. It wasn't even a flashback, but a picture, I still ran as fast as I could towards those people, but the picture ran through my mind.
The picture was of a door-like thing made out of some type of stone or metal. It was covered in some kind of plant, like Ivy. The two pieces of large metal were apart and revealed a dark corridor-like space. There were vines strung across and down the walls. It looked terrifying, but I also had a strong pulling urge to run around in the space.
The doors went away and I was brought back to the issue at the moment. I was running and could feel the cranks getting closer and closer. A bolt of lightning struck the ground a few meters away from me, I fell to the ground and the cranks kept coming. They were only about ten meters away.
I stumbled to my feet and continued running towards the people, they had even started running after the lightning. I ran and ran, picking up my speed as I went. I couldn't feel the long cut down my leg anymore, the adrenaline from running made the pain go away. I pointed my pistol behind me and shot down three of the cranks. There were still around fifteen or so of them. The pole didn't hear the bullets from the thunder that pounded in our ears.
The growls from the cranks got louder as they got closer to me. I managed to push myself a bit faster and the distance between me and the people slowly got shorter.
After a minute or so I noticed what they were running towards, it was a broken-down building that had several floors to it. They were way closer than me, but I still kept on running. Lightning struck and hit one of them, another went flying to the ground. they scrambled up and continued towards the building. The person had forgotten about the one that was hit and continued, it had swept itself from the minds of the others too.
A few of the cranks had fallen behind or been shot by me and the amount following was around seven or eight. As I got closer and closer to the person on the ground I noticed it was a boy. I couldn't see his face since it was against the ground, but I still managed to grab the boy from under the arms and pull him.
The cranks were getting closer and closer, but I was closer to the building than they were to me. the people that had run inside had seen the situation and one of them ran out. I noticed the person running and grabbed the hood of my jacket, pulling it over my head. In case if they had a way to reach Janson, I didn't let the person see my face.
The person got closer, I didn't focus on their face. They helped me grab the boy and we carried him inside the building. I pulled out my pistol after we were in and shot the seven cranks that were remaining outside. The cranks fell and the person closed the door.
Once the door was shut, I took a few deep breaths before the pain hit me.
"Shit." I hissed, grabbing my leg.
"Who are you?"
"Why were you following us?"
"What happened to you?"
"What's wrong?"
I was bombarded with questions from all-male voices. I looked back up but couldn't see their faces from the low light, hopefully, they couldn't see mine.
I heard a growl before I could answer any questions. I turned around and a crank ran forward, fortunately, it was stopped by a chained collar around its neck. The group moved towards the middle of the room. I was grabbed by one of the boys and pulled into his chest.
At first, I was shocked, until I had this feeling. It was familiar, the hug.
Another growl occurred and another crank lunged forward, the group shifted once again, and the grip that the boy had on me tightened.
Everything that happened in the next ten minutes was a complete blur. The only thing on my mind was the boys' grip on me. We were walking through the building, being led by a woman named Brenda. I kept my hood on and never got to see the boy's face since he was behind me.
It all felt familiar and was like I knew him. We arrived in a room with a man who looked older and rugged.
After a few minutes, he had grabbed the boy in the front and said we were 'tagged' by Wicked.
As soon as I heard the word Wicked I went into panic mode. The boy that was holding me tried to turn me around once he noticed it, but couldn't. He caught the attention of the other boys and they all started panicking slightly as well.
"What's wrong?" One boy asked.
"I can't go back there," I mumbled.
"What'd the shank say?" Another boy spoke.
I recognized the word but ignored it.
"I can't go back to Wicked. I ran away from there." I confessed.
I finally looked up and made eye contact with the boy that was in the front.
As soon as I saw him, my breathing increased.
"A-Astrid?" He stuttered.
The panic had truly settled in and I was enveloped into darkness as I fainted.
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