Chapter 4
Chloe remained at the water's edge for a few moments, peering through the darkness, trying to get her bearings. The bridge was on her left and the Candlewick was somewhere behind her. So once she got out of the water if she kept going straight she should end up on the other side of the island where the boat was docked.
By now her eyes had adjusted to the dark and while visibility wasn't perfect, she should be able to see well enough. At least she hoped so.
Chloe pulled herself up out of the water. She was soaking wet from head to foot. The water in her hair made her head feel twice as heavy. Her clothes clung to her body and along with her soggy shoes made a squishy sound as she walked. Chloe knew she needed to be quiet but the squish-squish as she moved was so loud that she might as well be shooting off a cannon with each step she took.
Chloe stopped moving to listen. She thought she had heard something but couldn't be sure. She listened a moment longer but didn't hear anything. She started walking again while trying to be very quite. She wanted to see her remaining friends but she had to admit that she wanted to see the boat even more. Besides, her getting to the boat might be the only chance any of them had of surviving. Wakefield was just one man. He couldn't be everywhere. Since he thought she was dead he was off stalking someone else. The thought made Chloe shiver. He was no doubt killing locals that she didn't know about but eventually it would be Abby and Jimmy and Trish and the others. Chloe hurried on, understanding that their only hope lay with her.
