Previously on Oh, This Twisted Path we Take:
The sounds of the jockey get closer as we banter. We begin to get uneasy. "There's no way to tell which way he's coming from." I gulp and agree in silence.
"Ruuuuun… you fools."
And so, we run. And I, of course, trip on a can. A can of all things. Are you serious man? Really? Really!
I could see the look of shock on Winter's face as I fell. I also saw the underlying, "OMG are you retarded!" look as well. I watch the can slide out of sight from us. The only sound audible is the sound of the can, slowly running away from the scene. Murderer! I want to scream. How could you!
But then again… the can wouldn't care. It was just a flippin' can.
"Anita!" I glance up at Winter as she runs over to me, "Did you see that?" At my look of confusion she explains, "Some hooded man just took out that jokey. I'm not sure where they went…" We still like prey when a cacophony of Hunter screams sound. Winter looks at me and I look back at her and we pale. Far by me to know she could grow any paler, but she did, with a tinge of grey. "Pack…" she whispers to me, barely moving her lips.
When things like this happen, you're kinda screwed. No matter which avenue you choose, there are always consequences. To split up? No, impossible. We have to stay together. But what could we possibly do? The safe house is too far. The only thing we can do is…
"RUN!" I take Winter's hand and we take off, this time dodging the evil can rolling its sinister way across the pavement. Again, time slows. I can hear my heart beat against my chest, trying to explode its way out and hers beating at my hand, uselessly trying to free itself. The pounding of the rain around us dulls the sound of our harsh breathing, dulls the sounds of the pack until we're in a land of water and pavement. Where were they coming from? Where can we go?
Winter grabs my shoulder and points to a building. The door locked and infected roaming around inside but underneath, a car garage with no obvious signs of movement. I nod to her. The lights and power seem to be working in the building. I glace over at Winter and see her mouth the words "elevator". Hope seems to blossom in my chest. A possibility of survivors?
The sound of the Hunters dims as we lightly pad our way into the garage. We keep our breathing as light as possible, even though our hearts about to explode. I sign to Winter to keep to the edge of the garage then make our way to the elevator along the walls. There's no sign of anything moving and I can't help but sigh in relief as we arrive in front of the thick doors of the elevator. Winter pushes the call button and I turn to her and smile. I can hear the doors of the elevator open behind me but the look on Winter's face was not one I expected. She looked shocked and horrified. I feel a thick tongue wrap around my throat and I try to scream. Not the best thought in the world now that I look on it. Probably would've called all of the infected in the area. Lucky I couldn't breathe. Or not so lucky. Huh. Well, poo.
I paw at the tongue constricting me as the lights around me begin to dim. I watch futilely as Winter reaches behind her to pull out her knife to slice at the Smoker's tongue. With a sickening sound she slices and the Smoker stumbles backward. "Bich!" he says as he leaps into the elevator shaft and disappears.
"Well, poo." Winter exhales as rocks slightly onto her heel.
"No time!" I pull Winter into the elevator and push the button to close the door. My heart stops as a hooded figure enters the garage. It smiles and begins to walk forward as the doors shut in front of us. Holy hell. Wait… "Why was he walking?"
Hunters don't walk. They crawl or hunch. Just what was that thing!
Winter looks at me and raises an eyebrow, "Uh, maybe his back hurt from hunching it all the time? Maybe he was tired of fitting in? Naaaw, maybe he's the lone hunter of the pack and wants to steal you away and make cute hunter babies with you?"
I roll my eyes at Winter's remark, "Why you—" We both cry out as the elevator shakes and Hunter shrieks sound beneath us.
"I WAS WRONG! I WAS WRONG! OH SWEET JESUS!" The hunter's screams became louder. I guess at the sound of their prey crying out in fear. Excited little bastards, aren't they? "Oh great holy baby Jesus of coupins…'
With a look Winter gives me a smirk. We both pale as the elevator stops at 15. "Hey, you didn't hit a number did you?" I shake my head. We flinch as the door opens to a group of armed men. They drag us inside the room.
One of them turns to a man with a football helmet on, "Get them to safety. Earl, get that there pipe bomb and throw it down thuh shaft. One of them there's bound to be a retard." We didn't get to see or hear much else before we were shuffled into a room and told to stay put. Possibly by Earl. What a name, Earl. Did people really have that name anym—
"Hey. Anita."
"Yeah?"
"Did that Smoker call me a bitch?"
"Ah."
Sorry, it's been awhile since I updated. ^^; School kicked me upside the head but now that it's summer I'll finally be able to have some time set aside for writing. It's a little short because I'm not quite back in the groove but the chapters with lengthen. :D