Wanda's POV
It's been a day and a half since we got rid of the seekers. Every single seeker was shot and killed. I could go around and feel sorry for the seekers, but people that's more important to me deserves my sympathy way more.
Ian is devastated. We buried his brother this morning. His last words to his brother were "may you live a long life with the angels". It's fascinating how the humans still – even after all the bad things that has happened – have faith. I've even seen Ian look up at the sky from time to time and whispered a few words.
No one else from the caves got killed, but Paige got shot in the leg. We healed her, and she doesn't even limp when she walks. I wish we could have done the same thing for Kyle, but it was too late.
Any day now, more seekers will come, and this time they won't fail. So we have all packet up our stuff and we are ready to move. We are hoping that we can move in with Nate and the other rebels that we met a few months ago. That way, when the seekers come back, we'll no longer be here. And the seekers will most likely not find us again if we are very careful from now on.
The one person in the caves that is hurting the most right now is Ian. He has had the worst couple of weeks. He is blaming himself for his brothers death, and says it's his fault that the seekers found us. I hate to see him like this. No matter what I say to him, nothing changes.
I'm in the kitchen right now with him and a couple more. We are cleaning up after the tantrums he had this morning, right after we buried Kyle. He just started to throw everything around and screamed of rage. Blaming himself. He scared everyone, because that was the last thing anyone would expect from Ian. The last time he lost it was when he found out that I wanted to give Mel her body back. At least he didn't hurt anyone this time.
After we are finished cleaning up, and have put all of the kitchen equipment in boxes, we start carrying it out to the trailer. We take our chance with it today, because our time is running out. We'll erase the tracks anyway. We are going to try to get as many people as we can into the trailer, and the rest of us are going to take the four cars we've got.
Ian's POV
After we've loaded the last boxes into the trailer, Wanda comes over to me and takes my hand.
"Are you ready to go?" She asks. I nod one time and follow her to the van. I'm going to drive with Wanda and Sunny. Unlike me, Sunny has managed to stay strong after Kyle's funeral. I feel bad for her. She is completely alone now. I still have Wanda. Sunny doesn't have any family here. But I'll be there for her. That's the least I can do after what I did.
Wanda said she would drive first. That's good, because right now I'm in the mood to crash the car into someone random we meet on the highway.
I take one last look at the caves before I get in the car. I'll always remember this place as the place where I found hope, love and even happiness. But this place has also left me with sorrow, and an emptiness so big I can barely take it.
This is the first time I'm leaving home without Kyle at my side. He was such a big part of who I am. He was the only family I had left in this world. He was my brother. It feels like I'm leaving in pieces.
Wanda gives my hand a squeeze before she starts the car.
"We're going to be fine," she says. "I promise".
I want to believe her, I really do. But I am looking at the girl I might lose in the nearest future. The girl I love – the soul I love - might not exist one day, month or year from now on. Because nothing is certain, and horrible things happens all the time. You never know how much time you'll have.