Hello everyone! I'm back! (clears cobwebs from computer) I'm sorry for not updating! I have had NO inspiration for this story. But, to keep me from leaving you wonderful beauties like that ever again, I'm requesting a beta! Seriously! Of course, I'll want to read your work to make sure I'm teaming up with the right person. So just drop me a PM my darling children! Also, I have banished Evil Me from these AN's. She was a jerk. On to the 9th chapter of Refuge!
Kim's POV
"Wake up. Wake up, Kim. They all want to see those beautiful eyes of yours"
My eyes shot open and immediately I sprang up, throwing off my attacker. I slammed them into the ground before I realized I was staring at . . . . Evan?
"Evan?"
I looked around, desperately trying to remember where on Creator's green earth I was. There was a cot, where I presumed I had just been. There were jars with pills and fluffy white balls inside of them. Swinging my head to the side, I saw a slit of light on the ground. Looking up, I saw a flap of the tent I was in had blown open. I heard children laughing and chattering gaily. I almost screamed for them to be quiet. HE so hates it when we're loud. Then I remembered. I was back in the camp. Running out of time. For a minute, I was sure I was back home. I looked down to see Evan smirking up at me.
"What?" I spat the question out. I hated that smirk. It reminded me of a certain brunette's . . .
"You honestly think you can hold me down?"
I roll my eyes. This was something familiar. My brother always acted like an asshole. "Of course I can. You're still tiny as a new recruit.." The second I said that I knew I made a mistake. Evan's smirk grew wider as he easily flipped me, knocking the breath out of me in the process.
"Still think you can hold me down?" With that, he got up. Seconds later, Carla walked in. She shooed Evan out of the room and helped me up.
"Thanks."
"No problem." She moves over to a sand colored cabinet and pulls out a bottle. She looked at me, then the paper on the front of the bottle. I narrow my eyes as she pours some of the contents into a little cup. As much as I would like to, I can't trust these refugees. I've been taught many things about their ways. They use poison and traps to rid themselves of enemies. My instructor called it cowardly. I thought it was a better method than gunning down a person's family and said so. I lived to regret that decision.
Carle walked over to me and handed me the little tin cup. I peered at the liquid inside, wondering what kind of fool she took me for. There was a possibility something was mixed into this black-purple liquid. I saw Carla in my peripheral vision, chuckling at my suspicion.
"Kim. It's an antibiotic. It will get rid of any and all toxins in your bloodstream."
I raised my eyebrow. Antibiotic? I was sure HE had given me enough medication to keep me well. I shrugged and took a tiny sip. And promptly spit it out!
"Good Creator! What is this stuff? It tastes like . . . I don't even know what this taste like!"
Carla laughed and said, "Kim. It's grape flavored. You know. For kids?"
"Well this taste nothing like grape. It tastes like death and the tears of kittens"
"Just drink it, Kim. I can't let you out of the medical tent until you do."
I groaned dramatically to let her know how much I despised her in that moment. I plugged my nose and threw my head back, letting this awful stuff slide down my throat, gagging the whole time.
Carla laughed and led me out of the tent, where I was tackled into a bear hug by a tan, brown-eyed boy.
"Kim! Thank Creator you're okay! I was so worried, and . . . " Jack trailed off.
"Jack, it's fine. But it will not be fine if I have to hurt you. Put me down. Now."
"Oh. Sheesh. Sorry Kim." Jack quickly set me down, but I could tell he wasn't all that sorry. Carla immediately began to scold Jack for tackling me the way he had. I tuned them out and began to look around this refugee camp.
There were kids everywhere of all ages. Race, gender, and religion. All mixed together. It seemed strange after the isolation I had endured at the concentration camp. We had been kept apart most of the time so we could form no alliances or relationships. After all, they were for traitors. Like these refugees. I quickly rid myself of the thought. These guys had taken me into their home, fed me, sheltered me, and had taken care of me.
All the sudden, the sound of bells ringing tore through the clearing. I heard Jack mutter a quick curse and Carla speak into some sort of walkie-talkie. A period of silence fell over the camp before kids began running around, panicking. Jack signaled a few kids over and said something I couldn't hear. The kids looked to be sixteen, maybe seventeen. Jack waved to the panicked refugees. The largest bot immediately began herding kids into groups and soon the others followed. I turned to see Jack looking at me, motioning me to follow him.
When I finally caught up, I tugged on Jack's sleeve. "What's happening? Why are these damn bells so loud? And for Creator's sake, why is everyone running around like a bomb just went off?"
Jack took my hand and explained as we ran through the scrambling children who, just five minutes ago, were laughing and playing games. "Kim. Someone's found the camp. I don't know who, how, or when. But what I do know is that we need to hide."
Jack and I ran to what seemed at first to be a tombstone. Jack knelt down and messed with something on the side of the huge piece of polished stone. Then I heard what sounded like electricity running through a tank. I scanned the area around me, wondering if I was imagining the noise. Then the ground began to shake. At first, I wondered if a bomb had been dropped nearby. Then I felt the ground give way underneath my feet. I screamed and jumped. Jack looked over at me, concern written all over his face. After seeing no harm had come to me, he walked over and held out his hand to me.
"Do you trust me?"
I looked at him as if he were speaking another language.
"Kim, we don't have time for this! Do you trust me?"
I slowly nodded my head. Quick as a sword, Jack grabbed me and led me down into this mysterious dark pit.
I know I know. It's super short. I already told you, I'm out of inspiration. Anyway, please let me know if you want to be a beta! Pretty please?
