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Chapter 8
I helped the man up. I felt bad for almost killing him. He brushed off his clothes and turned from me to open his arms for the woman that bounded into them. I turned away and went to go see to Amy. We found them. We found them. We found them. Us, teenagers. . We did it. We're alive. Thoughts jumbled through my head. I saw Dan and Sandra making out. I groaned internally, now really wasn't the time. But, I was too excited in finding others of our kind to really mind.
I laid Amy on her back to look at her. The side of her forehead was covered in a dark liquid that I knew was blood. On her shoulder was a quickly forming bruise. Now I felt bad. I had hurt my little sister unintentionally and it didn't look so good. I cut off part of my shirt and wrapped it around her head. Not the most sanitary bandage but it would stop the bleeding. I sighed and picked her up. Dan came over and saw Amy in my arms and gave me a this-could-be-bad look.
The humans came over apparently looking a little uncomfortable with their close to death encounter. The man saw Amy unconscious and spoke.
"Ah, well. I think we should get her in the car and get her back to Doc. He'll fix her up. We can talk on the way there."
I hesitated before fallowing him around to the back. How could I not trust him? We were part of a dying race and had to work together.
Attached to the back was a heavy tarp that was designed to wipe the sand free of tracks. I crawled into the back along with Dan and Sandra. They both looked a little unsure. I shrugged and cradled Amy in my lap. I was curious to see how these humans had survived throughout the invasion of our planet. The man turned a small light a said something about he had lost his keys. I saw his features clearly. He was middle aged, was balding and had round cheeks. The woman turned to us. She had a long braid that went half way down her back and she was also middle aged. She spoke to us in a pleasant voice.
"Hello, I'm Trudy and this is my husband Geoffrey. You gave us quite a scare back there. What are your names?"
I told her our names
pointing to each of us in turn.
Geoffrey had found his keys and
was starting up the engine. Then he spoke to us. "I noticed you
have some nice motorcycles here, we can come back and get them later.
So how exactly does a group of teenagers end up roaming around in the
desert on their own and are just so fortunate to bump into us, eh?"
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