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Fuck! I don’t know!
Why is Snow still in the way?
“We need to get out of here,” someone yells just as I manage to slam the door shut. There’s no lock. No way to bar it. I’ve brought us seconds at best.
“Grab Snow.”
I hesitate as Snow’s legs and feet disappear from view, my attention snared by the door. Bullets are pinging off the metal now, not penetrating. Yet?
“Sugar! Come on!” Honey yells, but he sounds so far away.
“What about the girl?” I say, blinking every time a bullet hits our shield. “I can’t just leave her.”
“She’s dead already,” Bones snaps. “If there was even a girl to begin with.”
“What?” I’m being slow. I know that much, but my brain is just like a web page that’s stuck eternally loading.What aren’t I getting?
I begin to cough, and the room – hallway? – that we’re stuck in starts to sway violently.
“I don’t—”
My knees slam into the concrete floor, jarring my bones painfully.
“Fuck’s sake!” Night grumbles, pushing towards me. “You guys grab Snow. I’ve got sleeping beauty.”
“Sleeping beauty?” I manage to ask, the words coming out slow and thick and awkward on my tongue.
Actually sleep does sound good right about now.
“They tried to gas us,” he tells me, bending down to grab me and haul me into his arms. “You got some of the hit before Ghost kicked the canister away and you got the door closed. This was an ambush, and we’ve got to move.”
I drift in and out of consciousness as I’m jostled up and down rhythmically. My guess would be that Night is running, but the twists and turns of the corridors make me feel sick, so I close my eyes and concentrate on trying to stay awake and not puke on him.
I was a terrible leader. I led them through a maze with zero thought as to how we’d find our way back, and I walked them right into a trap.
When the cold night air hits my lungs, I scramble to free myself from Night’s arms. He drops me, jarring my kneesagain, and I vomit over the gravel pathway.
Was that there on our way in? I’m sure I would have noticed. I take ragged breaths to fill my lungs, spit to clear my mouth as best I can, and get back up onto my feet. I don’t recognise our surroundings at all, and the van isn’t here.
“Where are we?” I ask.
No one answers. I spin around to find out why and see them disappearing into the darkened treeline.
Those fuckers! So much for being a team!
I stumble after them, the aftereffects of the gas messing with my depth perception and my ability to coordinate my movements. I crash across the gravel as stealthy as a one man band, and duck into the trees roughly where IthinkI saw the others disappear.
It’s pitch fucking black and denser than a hippy’s pubic hair.
“Fuck!” I hiss when I trip for the umpteenth time.
“Newbie, shut the fuck up and get over here,” Bones hisses. I’d recognise his disdainful drawl anywhere.
“I would, if I knew where the fuck over here was,” I mutter under my breath.
A hand clamps round my arm and I yelp in surprise, then my attacker – saviour? – slams their other hand down on my mouth.
“Shut up,” a voice growls in my ear. I relax. It’s just Bones. When I nod my agreement to keep quiet, he releases my mouth but not my arm and guides me through the darkness to where the others are waiting.
