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Chapter 13: What Are We Running From?
“Just keep running,” Derek thought to himself. “You can rest later. Right now you just need to run.” The stitch in his side was the biggest he ever had. But that didn’t stop him. He didn’t even know why he was running. But the fear he had seen on the face of Wesley as he screamed to run, there was no doubt something bad was happening, and Derek didn’t want a bar of it.
He looked back. Bianca and Darin were a fair way back. He noticed a few droplets of dark red blood on the ground. It looked as if there was another survivor of the plane crash that had gotten further than the others. Derek just hoped he didn’t come across another body. Hopefully this person had survived and was hiding somewhere.
Derek’s fears came true. He saw the body of a middle-aged woman lying on the ground. He stopped briefly to examine the damage. She wasn’t breathing. She had short blonde hair, and the only wounds she had were on her shoulders. They looked like bite marks. Wait, bite marks? Surely not, who would bite a person to death?
Her mobile phone was lying next to her leg. Since he didn’t have one for himself, Derek picked it up and put it in his pocket. He looked back to see that Darin and Bianca were now walking. So were the others behind them. They must be safe.
Derek began to walk back. His legs and ankles were aching like ****. He couldn’t remember the last time he had to run so hard. And he hadn’t even seen what he was running from.
“What’s the story, guys?” Derek said when the group formed up again.
“We don’t even know,” Jade said. “Wesley comes running out of the staff area and screams at us to run.”
Wesley seemed really out of it. He was constantly looking back to see if there was a threat, and his eyes seemed glazed over.
“So what happened, Wesley?”
He didn’t answer. It was like he didn’t even hear the question.
“Hey, Wesley!” Remy shouted as he clicked his fingers in front of Wesley’s eyes.
Wesley looked up and replied “Not now,” and lied down on the ground. Everyone looked at each other confusedly.
“Wesley, are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” he replied. “Just not now.” He put his arm over his eyes and just drifted off to sleep.
“How strange,” Darin said.
They stood and discussed what had just happened for half an hour. Every now and then they looked around to see if there were any immediate dangers lurking.
“So no one knows why we were running?” asked Bianca, looking around.
“Nope,” Ajay answered. “For all we know, Wesley could have been jerking our chains.”
“No way, man,” Remy snapped, defending his friend. “I’ve known Wesley for a long time. I have never seen him like that before.”
They sat around the passed-out Wesley. They even considered falling asleep as well, but there was no way they’d be getting any sleep anytime soon.
“****, man,” Ajay said suddenly. “I thought I was havin’ a ****** day when the flight was being delayed!”
“Just keep running,” Derek thought to himself. “You can rest later. Right now you just need to run.” The stitch in his side was the biggest he ever had. But that didn’t stop him. He didn’t even know why he was running. But the fear he had seen on the face of Wesley as he screamed to run, there was no doubt something bad was happening, and Derek didn’t want a bar of it.
He looked back. Bianca and Darin were a fair way back. He noticed a few droplets of dark red blood on the ground. It looked as if there was another survivor of the plane crash that had gotten further than the others. Derek just hoped he didn’t come across another body. Hopefully this person had survived and was hiding somewhere.
Derek’s fears came true. He saw the body of a middle-aged woman lying on the ground. He stopped briefly to examine the damage. She wasn’t breathing. She had short blonde hair, and the only wounds she had were on her shoulders. They looked like bite marks. Wait, bite marks? Surely not, who would bite a person to death?
Her mobile phone was lying next to her leg. Since he didn’t have one for himself, Derek picked it up and put it in his pocket. He looked back to see that Darin and Bianca were now walking. So were the others behind them. They must be safe.
Derek began to walk back. His legs and ankles were aching like ****. He couldn’t remember the last time he had to run so hard. And he hadn’t even seen what he was running from.
“What’s the story, guys?” Derek said when the group formed up again.
“We don’t even know,” Jade said. “Wesley comes running out of the staff area and screams at us to run.”
Wesley seemed really out of it. He was constantly looking back to see if there was a threat, and his eyes seemed glazed over.
“So what happened, Wesley?”
He didn’t answer. It was like he didn’t even hear the question.
“Hey, Wesley!” Remy shouted as he clicked his fingers in front of Wesley’s eyes.
Wesley looked up and replied “Not now,” and lied down on the ground. Everyone looked at each other confusedly.
“Wesley, are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” he replied. “Just not now.” He put his arm over his eyes and just drifted off to sleep.
“How strange,” Darin said.
They stood and discussed what had just happened for half an hour. Every now and then they looked around to see if there were any immediate dangers lurking.
“So no one knows why we were running?” asked Bianca, looking around.
“Nope,” Ajay answered. “For all we know, Wesley could have been jerking our chains.”
“No way, man,” Remy snapped, defending his friend. “I’ve known Wesley for a long time. I have never seen him like that before.”
They sat around the passed-out Wesley. They even considered falling asleep as well, but there was no way they’d be getting any sleep anytime soon.
“****, man,” Ajay said suddenly. “I thought I was havin’ a ****** day when the flight was being delayed!”