Semua Bab Announced Dead: Bab 21 - Bab 30

In the chaos, Zomb led us away from the packed people trying to stop the kids. We ducked into an alley, Nova trying to catch her breath as she leaned on the building for support. Meanwhile Zomb slammed her fist against the wall, making a dent in the brick structure, as she paced angrily, swears coming out of her. "Jonathan, what the fuck was up with that Caia chick? She's on our side and then suddenly decides to go after Celia? The person we were trying to save?!" she spits out, cursing some more. I don't know what to say because what could I say? We were in danger, and Caia had the Retreat's location, and so many people who were going to be arrested for it. And we had led her straight to Celia. I could feel the stress settle on my shoulders, and I tried to fill my lungs up with as much air as possible. "What happens now?" Nova asked, and I froze. This would effect her too. If Caia went back and identified the three of us, she was also going to be held in Mai

The screams stopped as footsteps scattered all over the ground, and Officers yelled orders to try to stop the kids. They ignored them and ran off, trying to pull out more darts to put them down. Nova was knocked out cold, and my legs began to fall asleep being underneath her. I decided this was as "safe" as it was going to get to rest, since there was no plan at the moment. I gently moved Nova to my right side, placing her on the green grass. She didn't even open an eye, so overtook by the drug being pumped in her system. I held on to her hand though just in case there was something or someone that would try to take her fomr me. I wasn't taking any chances. I let my eyes close, sleep taking me once more. There is a song playing, and it's low, and bitter, yet sweet. The words aren't even words, or there too garbled to be understood. They ask me a question, but I don't have an answer, and the song attempts to pull me forward so they can help me find a solution. I

"What are you doing?" someone asked, in the deepness of the fog. I tripped and stumbled a bit, my hands holding on to nothing as I walked. It was a strange place-mostly because it wasn't a place. But there was a voice speaking to me and it wasn't like the one before. This time, I was in control of myself. And I caught myself walking forward. "I wish you'd leave me alone. Whoever you're looking for, is dead. Accept it." the voice said again, but it was louder like I was getting closer to the person that was talking. The fog never dispersed. It stayed thick and suffocating, and I continue on. "That's close enough." the voice says, and there's an edge to her voice, like she's warning me the way a rattlesnake warns others. "Celia?" I say, not moving. There's a silence then, and then the faintest of footsteps. She stands before me, her clothes ripped to shreds, eyes staring me down. In this moment, Celia looks more like a wild animal, than a h

Celia gritted her teeth on the bandana she had stuffed in her mouth, as the medical tech in her group stitched up a gash that ran from her shoulder to her forearm. That cut itself wasn't deep but it was long and at the moment, there wasn't a chance Celia wanted to risk infection. Todd, the name of the guy who was patching her up, was slow and careful, knowing exactly what he was doing. He would talk to Celia, ask her mediocre questions, and then carefully pour rubbing alcohol on her stitches. Celia could feel a scream form in her throat, but she simply blinked the tears out of her eyes, bot giving in. Todd patted her on the head once he was done, and she shot him a dark look. He gave her a sheepish smile, and Celia jumped off the seat, walking down a dirt pathway. In the center of the woods, a pack of children mixed with animal DNA hid, some of them helping each other out to create treehouses, and covering them with branches and leaves. Celia was in charge to overlook

Celia had made it down to overlook the others making food for the entire group. Rations were divided evenly, and the smell made her mouth water. The cooks, Tessa, Jericho, and Lynn, were busy preparing cooked meats, toasted bread, and placing out water bottles around the carved lunch table. Celia talked and smile to the others, though, the gesture foreign on her. She'd been trapped at the Markets for who knows how long, and now just trying to behave normally was...strange. She took a seat, not wanting to bother Jonathan and Nova, and began to eat her food with her fingers. The meat was delicous, thoroughly cooked with a smoky taste, the bread slightly burnt. Celia finished off her plate, belly full as she stared off lazily into the horizon. To be honest, Celia preferred life like this instead of the city. The only sounds here were better than the busy streets. And she didn't feel the need to constantly look over her shoulder. If her life was like this for