I had run faster than any time in my entire life, hoping it would be enough to get away from this nightmare of a life. Chris looked weak and confused, but I kept dragging him behind me, knowing we had to keep moving. I had no clue where we were headed, or what we were going to do for food and shelter. I was still in a daze, uncertain if this was real or not, or whether or not I had dreamt it all up. I looked back at Chris again, to see he was practically sleeping while walking.
"Chris, why don't we sit and rest, okay?"
"Okay, Emma." He mumbled, his eyes only half open. I lead him over to a soft looking piece of ground and let him have a good rest. I sat next to him, watching his chest go up and down with his breath. We'll always be on the run, no matter where we go, they'll find us! I thought to myself as I settled down for a couple of Z's. Always be running.
I woke up with a start. I looked around to see Chris wasn't there. I jumped on my feet and started yelling.
"Chris! Where are you?!"
"Calm down Emma, I'm right here." A voice came from behind the tree. I headed towards Chris, who was sitting over a fire, shivering to death.
"Are you okay?" I asked, worried for him.
"Yeah, just a little cold. Come and sit, there is something I have to tell you." He whispered into the air. I looked at his face and saw his eyes cloud over like they had when we were with my father.
"Chris? What's the matter? Are you okay? What's happening?" I asked, almost yelling at him.
"We have to keep moving. Get your stuff and let's go."
"Why?" I said, utterly concerned.
"Just do as I say okay? MOVE!" He yelled in my face. I grabbed my bags and stomped out the fire, struggling to keep up with Chris. I had no idea what was happening, and intended to find out.