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Only a few inches taller than me with curly black-silver hair nearly reaching the tailored shoulders of a perfectly pressed navy blazer, his persona screamed ‘authority.’ I think he was the one who’d been yelling at the driver just before the crash. I wasn’t going to argue his opinion, but it didn’t make much sense to me.
“Did anyone call for help?”
“We can’t. None of us have a signal,” Maverick divulged.
I ran my hands down my sweats. Feeling the solid outline of my cellphone, I reached into my pocket and retrieved it. The first thing that popped up was the message I’d received back at the resort.
Unknown: Something wicked this way comes.
I’d nearly forgotten about this.
Seeing it again sent a wave of apprehension down my spine. The voice that came over the radio had used this same line. I was hesitant to mention that right now, though. It wouldn’t add anything beneficial to our situation and could cause people to freak out even more than they already were.
“Anything?” Maverick asked.
I exited out of the text and took a quick glance at my signal. “Nope.”
“You sure?” Ciaran pressed.
I swear it sounded like he knew I’d just lied. And the way he was looking at me… I diverted my gaze and moved the focus to something else.
“So, none of us has service? Does anyone here at least know how that’s possible?”
“My guess? A signal jammer,” Charon answered.
“That’s what I was going to say,” the pretty redhead agreed.
“Okay, so there isn’t any way to call for help, and the way we came from has been blocked off. Now what?”
“Well, we can’t just stand here and wait to see what happens next,” the brunette stressed.
“She’s right. Staying in one place seems like a colossally bad idea,” Melantha seconded. “We have no clue why or who put out a spike trip.”
The majority of the group seemed to agree with the two of them, but there was that one person that had to go against the common denominator.
“All I see is a fence, another fence, and trees. Where are we supposed to go? And what happens if the person who took the driver returns? I have a bad hip,” another older woman questioned, clinging tightly to the one who’d given up on her smoke.
Took the driver? I had clearly missed something while being passed out.
I looked to Ciaran for an explanation since my friends had failed to fill me in. “What is she talking about?”
“There are two dead bodies on the bus, neither of them are the man who was driving. He’s missing.”
If I wasn’t who I was as a person, his complete indifference and casual tone regarding people who had just lost their lives would be concerning.
“How do you know he was taken and didn’t simply run off?”
Kyrous gave me a blank look. “You think he got up and simply walked away?”
“If he was taken, wouldn’t someone have seen that happening? He wasn’t exactly pint-sized.”
No one spoke up and admitted to seeing anything. So, he hadn’t simply flown through the windshield and kicked the bucket like I’d originally thought.
The alternative, him being snatched away by someone… that was mildly disturbing. All of this was like a scene ripped straight from a horror movie.
I wanted to blame some animal, but that didn’t correlate. As far as I knew, the only creature that laid down spike strips was human. But why would someone target a shuttle bus? I crossed my arms and searched the area for a second time.
It had grown dark now, any sunlight remaining in the sky blocked out by the trees surrounding us on all sides.
The heat of the day had been replaced by a cool breeze, and people speaking quietly, there wasn’t any other sound out here. The flickering of a light caught my eye. I looked past everyone to the guard shack.
“Over there.” I pointed, watching as the light flickered twice more before staying on.
“Is that… there’s someone inside,” Gracelyn said.
“What is he doing?” the redhead asked, narrowing her brown eyes.
That was a good question. He had yet to look up. Even if he somehow miraculously missed our group, he couldn’t overlook the damned shuttle.
“He could be a serial killer,” a girl with glasses and shoulder-length hair implied. I recognized her from when she’d gotten on board with the brunette.
“Yeah, I don’t really think that’s the case,” Maverick replied dryly, running a tattooed hand through hair dark enough to be black, manipulating it back into an unkempt style.
“Our driver is missing. If that dude’s been there the whole time, don’t cha think he saw what happened?” Glasses sassed.
While I didn’t agree about the whole serial killer angle, it was highly abnormal for someone to witness what this guy must have and not react whatsoever.
As I stared that way, though, it became increasingly obvious that something was wrong.
