I woke to faint mist droplets seeping through my clothes and sprinkling onto my face. I looked over at Brooke who was still asleep I could feel her breathe in and out against my chest and inhaled deeply myself. I slowly rose from the forest floor careful not to disturb Brooke and stretched. My muscles stretched and some bones cracked the noise ricocheted in the silence. I turned to see Brooke shift in her sleep but not wake. I was slightly surprised that the police haven't found us yet, we had made a pathetic attempt to hide ourselves and what was worse was I was wearing a blood red long sleeve while Brooke's olive green hoodie blended in nicely with the ground. I carefully walked down the path towards where the road was and ducked behind the small mountain of rocks. Peering over I saw nothing, no cops, no dogs and no cars. I wanted to go and see if there were any blockades left but I knew that it would be risky. Our car was gone; towed no doubt and the mess we had created yesterday was swept away. I slowly made my way back to where Brooke was.

While walking I tried to think about the other guys, where they would be, who was captured or what was going on. Any sort of news would definitely help but I knew that I was far from society and it would be a couple of days before I am to get any information about anything.

I crossed the small stream and then walked uphill then skidded down the other side. I walked over to Brooke and laid down beside her.

"Where were you?" she asked. Her question startled me I thought that she was asleep. Her voice was hoarse though and her eyes were still closed.

"I went back to check on the road."

Now she was fully awake. She rose and didn't make an attempt to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

"What were you doing there?" she demanded.

"I just had to see if there were any police or anyone waiting."

Brooke sighed. "They would be long gone. All of them."

She sat up with great pain and I noticed a small trail of red faintly pressed against her hoodie.

"What is that?" I asked and knelt beside her. Brooke looked to her wounded shoulder and sighed in annoyance and pain.

"We have to take your hoodie off," I said.

Brooke shook her head. "It's no use Jay we have nothing with us and the bags are over at the nearest police station being checked. Plus the bleeding seemed to have stopped so you don't need to worry."

"At least let's check."

Brooke shook her head. "I said don't worry about it. Right now we have to get out of here."

I eyed Brooke suspiciously as she got up off the ground in pain.

"Besides," Brooke attempted to grin. "We have to meet the guys in Utah."

I chuckled. "Like I'm going to Utah..."

Brooke raised an eyebrow. "Oh where are you planning on going then?"

I shrugged. I honestly haven't figured that out yet but whatever the guys had planned in Utah was obviously no good and therefore would most likely have me kicked right back into prison. Before Brooke could convince me to go to Utah with her, large fat drops of rain came down. It was first slow but then gathered speed. I felt Brooke's hand slip into mine and then a tug as she pulled me forward. I followed obediently not sure of where we were going. We jumped over streams and ran through the forest until we were completely out of breath. Brooke looked back to see if I was still there. I then spotted what seemed to be a crumbling homemade structure. It was made out of large stones, sticks, what looked like cement and a tarp. I pulled her towards it and we lifted the faded tarp and went under.

Inside the homemade 'house' was a cooler that had its lid torn right off and a few half-buried bottles of beer and a bottle of vodka. Partially disintegrated paper also was scattered on the floor along with a needle. It was a homemade party house. No wonder it looked so crappy, I thought to myself. But it was something to protect us from the rain. I looked over at Brooke who was crouched beside me and looked around skeptically.

"It's something," I told her. Brooke nodded and then dug a small hole with the tip of her shoe, kicked the needle in and then buried it. I watched her with mild interest. Once she was done her task Brooke looked up to see me looking back at her.

"What?" she demanded.

I struggled back a smile. "Nothing."

"I…I don't like needles okay?"

I bit back the laughter and then noticed that the blood on her sweater had spread and was deepened in some areas. Brooke followed my glance and then downcast her eyes.

"I'll be fine," she whispered although it was so low it almost seemed as if she was saying it to herself rather than to me.

"It was when that man tackled you wasn't it?" I asked.

"I'm fine Jason," she said this time with much more clarity and firmly.

I wanted to say something but was uncertain of Brooke's reaction so I kept my mouth shut. Instead I walked over and peered into the weather beaten cooler. There were dead bugs, a half dead earwig and brown water. I made a face and then back up to Brooke.

"What were you expecting?" Brooke asked. "This place possibly hasn't been used in ages, one year tops. The only thing holding up this place is the cement and that's even wearing out."

I looked to see that Brooke was right and then turned back to see her fatigued. I was worried about the wound that she had received, I wasn't sure how big or deep it was and that was worrying me slightly.

"So I suppose you want to know why I'm still saving David's lame ass after what he did," Brooke said interrupting my thought. I didn't really care but nodded anyway.

"After he went to prison I packed up and left with a few friends of mine. We went up to Canada where we spent a few days in Toronto and then travelled around the country until we got bored. How David got a hold of my cell number I will never know but when he told me what was happening I laughed at first until his voice grew serious. It took me a few moments to realize what he was asking of me. But I was losing interest in Canada so I agreed to go back and help. A few days after he called me up again and told me about you, how you were captured and then he asked me to go help you instead. After calling him a few names I reluctantly gave in and agreed. Got a job at the hospital through some connections and then waited until you arrived helped you escape – again. Drove only a quarter way across the country, almost caught once and here we are now stuck in an old party house."

I tried to give her a small smile. "You make it sound like a bad thing."

Brooke laughed and then a small shudder went through her body. I noticed that she was shivering slightly and then looked at her. She stared right back.

"Whatever you're thinking get it out of your head," she scowled and then turned back to the small patch of dirt that covered the needle. I didn't say anything and only waited a few moments until Brooke gave a small sigh. "Alright."

Why I found myself doing this? I have no idea, she had the attitude of Tamara and she could definitely hold her own not only mentally but possibly physically too. I carefully wrapped my arms around her shoulders and drew her in close. Both of us were cold so it didn't really help so I quickly released her. Brooke seemed shocked at first but didn't say anything. We both sat in silence until the rain stopped.