A/N: Sorry for the wait. This chapter is really short and I apologize for it. The next chapter will be a lot longer and have some action in it. Thanks for the reviews.
Chapter 3: Welcome to Gatlin
It felt as if they had been walking forever, the only bright side was there was a slight breeze. Faith trailed slowly behind her sister and Zeke, glancing nervously around. Most of her attention was drawn to the never ending rows of corn that swayed in the breeze. The rustle of the corn stalks hitting against each other seemed to create a voice. It was creeping Faith out, plus it didn't help that her dream was still so fresh in her mind. She couldn't keep those cold, steel, blue eyes out of her mind no matter how hard she tried.
"Faith!" Marie exclaimed touching her younger sister's shoulder jarring her out of her thoughts.
Blinking her green eyes Faith tried to remember when she stopped walking. Noticing her sister's worried expression she smiled softly, saying, "I'm fine. Sorry, must've spaced."
"C'mon. We're almost to the town." Zeke called out. Marie gave Faith a smile before scurrying back to her boyfriend's side. Something wasn't right, Zeke seemed anxious to get to Gatlin. A small shiver raced down her spine, green eyes flickered back to the acres of corn. She could swear she was being watched, but for some untold reason it made her feel somewhat safe. Shaking off that feeling Faith jogged to catch up with the others. She never did notice the familiar blue eyes that have been haunting her thoughts or the flash of strikingly red hair.
Welcome to Gatlin. Faith thought reading the town's sign before glancing around at the ghost town. Welcome to what exactly? Eyes swept across the town, going from empty shop to empty shop. Golden leaves littered the pavement, while stalks of corn were decorating some of the shops. Stopping in front of a small café called Hensen's, Faith peered inside only seeing broken kitchen supplies, layers of dust and more corn stalks. As she went to walk away she noticed a childlike scrawl across the window.
He Who Walks Behind The Rows will become flesh.
"What the hell?" she whispered running her fingertips over the scripture. Hearing her sister call out to her, Faith turned away from the café window. She never noticed those blue eyes that haunted her thoughts watching her from the safety of the rooftop. Soon the time will come to capture the outsiders.