I know that I had promised a longer one but I'm suffering from what you might wanna call a severe writer's blockage case. So this is all I could manage to come up with. Hope it will satisfy some of you…at least for the time being. Sorry! Here it goes:
CHAPTER III:
In the facility they had a curfew. The predators would go out at night to hunt so the refugees had to stay inside, stay hidden. They couldn't afford drawing unwanted attention; so after dinner everybody would go to their room, lock themselves inside, turn off all the lights and be as quiet as possible. That was the only way they could make it through the nights and so it was. Owen would say they had lost too many over the years and he simply couldn't take the chance. Royce and Isabelle were very aware of what those monsters were capable of so they did like everyone else and strangely enough their new "bedroom" wasn't so bad.
- This is nice. Isabelle stated in a low voice and then sat on one of the two beds.
She was exhausted. First, she had almost died earlier that day which was becoming a very annoying habit apparently then she had walked for hours in order to get to a facility that only God knows why had to be located on the top of a mountain and finally, to top all that, she was feeling sick at every minute due to the pregnancy. All Isabelle wanted by now was a good night sleep. So without thinking, she began to undress. She took her black tank top off and was getting ready to go to bed. Just then, the sniper remembered she already had a small baby bump and Royce could notice it so she quickly grabbed her top again covering herself with it. Isabelle knew her reaction hadn't been as discreet as she intended and Royce would eventually confront her about it. She turned to face him to see what he'd do. The mercenary looked annoyed to say the least. Her behavior lately was really driving him crazy.
- You know, just in case you don't remember, I've seen you naked. Royce teased trying to make her tell him what was going on.
Her response wasn't all that revealing. In fact, was no response at all. Isabelle simply gave him a little smile and said nothing.
- What's going on? He finally managed to ask.
- Nothing! I'm just tired…I mean…I'm not used to this, you know…getting undressed in front of another person, especially a guy….
He frowned. He wasn't buying any of her lame excuses and Isabelle started to consider the possibility that maybe it was time to tell him. But how would she do that exactly? Well, she was about to find out. The sniper opened her mouth ready to tell the truth but before any sound could come out of it the facility alarm went off. Royce's attention was now on the movement outside giving her plenty of time to put her top back on.
They ran to the door waiting orders to follow. Royce and Isabelle didn't know how things worked around there. It could be nothing, just another animal that got lost.
When they finally made it out of the room chaos had been installed. Judging by the panic and screaming, Royce figured that one of the hunters must have gotten past the security system and was now inside.
The mercenary sprinted back to the room to get his gun and Isabelle's rifle. By then, she had already teamed up with Owen who was explaining the situation:
- Apparently, something got past the alarm setting it off but we're still not sure what it was.
- Is there any chance it was one of the hunters? The sniper asked apprehensively.
- That would be my hunch. Royce said as he handed the rifle to Isabelle.
She looked at it hesitantly. For the first time in her life, Isabelle didn't want to fight. She was scared. She didn't want to die before seeing her baby's face. Something kept telling her it was going to have Royce's eyes. Even though Isabelle was resisting inside she knew what she had to do. Finally, the sniper took her gun and followed Owen and Royce to the first floor ready to do what she did best: to survive.
