Sorry for the delay guys and also the short following chapter, but you know how it is...summer...sun(or mostly rain) and a looooot to do.

I must admit that after seeing the finale (FINALLY) my muse kind of wandere off and hid under a rock...But I am doing my best to continue and keep it as Lizzington like as possible!

Hope you'll like it :)

Disclaimer: See Prologue

Chapter 4

Red held his flashlight up and squinted, trying to see through the dense forest. Dembe and he had been walking through it for over an hour and a few times they seemed to hear a silent wailing which could been Agnes' but every time they hurried into the direction, it actually stopped and appeared to have moved into a different one.

"If I didn't know better," Red scoffed. "I would believe those woods to be haunted."

Dembe stayed silent, making Red turn and smile at him.

"You don't really believe that, do you Dembe?"

His friend shook his head and Red was sure he was so close to roll his eyes at him.

"I do not believe those woods to be haunted." He finally answered, moving forward. "I do believe though that it is hard to pinpoint a source of a sound in here, since the sound is reflected…"

Red lifted his hand and stopped Dembe's rembling.

"I know that, Dembe. Thank you for the information."

Silent now, they kept on moving, when suddenly a dry branch snapped behind them. Both men turned around sharply, drawing their guns and pointing them at nothing but air. Standing still for a moment they listened to even the smallest sounds and both let out a sigh of relief when a rabbit came hopping out of a bush.

An almost embarrassed laugh escaped Red's lips and he shook his head.

"We should never mention this adventure to anyone, Dembe."

But before the other man could utter a word, they heard a loud crack only a few feet to their right and whirled around, once again holding their guns in front of them.

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The moon was bright and already high up, illuminating the trees and giving them a rather eerie glow. Every move their branches made with the wind, looked as if they were trying to reach for something; or rather someone. In midst of this unusual gathering, Liz was being careful not to step on any dry branches, although it proved to be quiet hard to do so while holding a baby in her arms and doing her best not to jostle it too much. She was pretty sure that she had heard footsteps not far away and knew that she wouldn't be able to outrun them. So she hid. Finding an adequate hiding place hadn't been too hard, since the forest was sprinkled with large stones and decent sized cave structures. Getting into them barefoot was another thing, that was not as easy as finding them. She could feel small pebbles and sticks poking into the soles of her feet and she was sure that after this stunt, her feet would be torn and bloody and not walkable for at least a few days. Wedging herself and Agnes between two rock boulders, Liz tried to hold back a loud groan when another stone pierced through the skin on her foot.

Avoiding any sudden moves and loud noises, she crouched down and cooed to the baby. It was only a breathing really, but it seemed to calm Agnes down slightly.

A few torturing minutes passed and Liz could feel her eyes getting heavy. She knew she shouldn't sleep, but the stress and exhaustion of the last few months were taking a toll on her system. She flinched violently, making Agnes squirm in her arms when she heard a twig snap right outside the entrance of the cave. Shrinking back, Liz willed herself not to hold her breath, but keep on breathing calmly and silently. There it was. Footsteps. Coming closer. Squinting in the dark, Liz cursed inwardly when she couldn't make out anything in the pitch black.

Although cold a few minutes before, now Liz felt sweat forming on her back and heat starting to coil in her stomach. It had always been a thing of hers. Getting sick when too nervous. It had gotten better when she spent enough time in Quantico, but the sick heat in her stomach never had left her. A sure sign she was getting to a point where she would have to make a decision. Go forward or flee. Before she could decide though, a bright light blinded her and she flinched back, finally making Agnes cry.

In-between the piercing cries of her daughter and her own labored breathing she was sure she had mistaken the voice she had heard but then it came again.

"Lizzie?"

And there it was.

Red bliss. And finally silence.

tbc...

Leet me know what ya think if you got a second to spare:) Have a beautiful summer!:)