4 days after
As we neared Westlake road I'd almost exerted all my energy, whereas Sarah was still going strong. This and so many other differences were making me wonder why we had been chosen by this little piece of plastic to be "soulmates" but sadly this choice had been made whether we liked it or not and no amount of whining could change it. We rounded the corner panting, collapsing on the closest house's freshly trimmed lawn. It smelled faintly of pesticide and I sat up to avoid it, i wouldn't run again for a while I hoped. Sarah looked at me questioningly, her face radiated contempt for my lack of fitness. I stood once more and took in my surroundings, there seemed to be nothing important around, no landmarks or noticeable locations, so why did the librarian tell us to go here? As I was wondering a figure walked, or rather limped, around the corner behind us. I turned expecting the worst but it was just the librarian, she got closer slowly and I realised she was hurt. I rushed to her aid catching her just before she fell. Sarah showed no interest in helping as she lay on the grass. The librarian looked at me, the pain she was going through showed in her eyes; she had bruises up and down her legs, posing the question of how she got here, but there were also miner abrasions on her head. She didn't look like she had a concussion. Good sign. I opened my mouth to ask what happened but she just shushed me.
"There's no time, we have to get there quickly. I slowed the police down for a while but they'll be back on the trail soon."
So many questions were going through my mind, but the one I pondered most as we walked was 'where are we going?'
I soon found out and regretted coming when she pointed to a sewer drain, motioning for us to get in.
"Are you crazy? It's gross down there and it's easy to get lost. I've heard stories of people going missing in the sewers," Sarah chimed in, with the only thing I agreed with that she'd said.
I began to protest with her but the librarian spoke over me.
"Just do as I say, or, if you really want to, you can stay out here with the police." As she said that I heard a distant siren, and was immediately regretting what I was about to do.
"Fine, let's just go quickly," Sarah sighed.
I opened the manhole and crawled down, the smell wasn't as bad as I imagined, but it was extremely dark. I heard a click and suddenly I could see the floor two rungs away. I stepped down and moved to the side, helping Sarah and the librarian who was now holding a torch down safely. She waved it around, stopping it at a tunnel going off to the left, she signalled us to follow her. We wandered in this dark and murky tunnel for quite some time when suddenly I heard a splash, the librarian and I whipped around to see a soaking Sarah swimming in the water of the sewer, looking very disgruntled.
"Not a word," she said climbing out. I stifled laughter and she punched me in the arm.
"Hey I never said a word!" I defensively said rubbing my arm.
"Are you guys done? We're here." The librarian shone her torch on a small rusty door, it looked like it hadn't been used in years.
"That's our hiding place? You've got to be kidding me." Sarah crossed her arms.
"Fine then, stay out here, come Phil, open this door for me, it's quite heavy." The librarian shone the torch while I pulled, it eventually gave way and a small room was revealed with another, newer looking door on the other side. We all filed in, shutting the door behind us, the librarian pulled out a large old style key, and fitted it into the centre of the door, where a keyhole was barely visible.
"Okay kids, brace yourselves," she smiled, swinging the door wide open as light flooded into the room. Sarah and I peaked inside and gasped; we weren't expecting anything larger than a small room, obviously surprised were we when we laid eyes upon a whole town.
A/N: i know short chapter but a good short chapter is it not?
