Emergent: Chapter 4
My first sign of hope came to me at the train tracks.
I was walking straight ahead like Tobias had told me to, when I came upon the steel rails. An ironic sense of safety washed over me when seeing those tracks and remembering all the times I had jumped on and off the moving vehicles. The first thing I noticed was that, unexpectedly, they didn't look at all rusted or worn. In fact, they looked pretty well polished as if someone had recently used them.
The second thing I noticed was how the two tracks intersected with each other like they did back at the Amity camp. Both metal strips crossed over each other, kind of like a crossroad.
Ding. I'm pretty sure that in that moment, an invisible light bulb hovered over my head.
Tobias hadn't meant an actual road. He meant the tracks. Tobias knew I would find them sooner or later and see the pattern. I made a mental note to thank him when he found me.
I set down the backpack and pulled out the whistle which felt ice cold in my hands. My fingers shook as I touched the object to my lips and blew as hard as I could.
For a few seconds, nothing happened.
Then, all at once, a hand came over my mouth and dragged me into the forest.
