I walk slowly up to the small figure. Now that I got a closer look, it was a girl, a little one. She had her hair back in pigtails and a baseball cap on. I don't think she saw me yet. But I don't know how dangerous she'll be...
I walk up nice and easy. She still doesn't see me. I watch her as she creeps quietly around the large cabin. Once again, I look behind me, making sure that the group that was chasing me down wasn't coming. I look at the girl now. Now that I'm closer, I can see her bloody sleeve. Damn I think to myself. What happened to her?
I slowly walk up to her, every step making my stomach burn like fire. I was close enough to reach her, just as she turned around and raised a knife, falling on her back, the knife coming my way. "Shit!" I yell. I duck in time and grab her small hand. "Shh." I whisper.
She looks me in the eyes. "Who are you?" She says in a sweet, light tone. "I'm Jaclyn. I...I need help." I croak, clutching my stomach.
The girl looks down at my bloody shirt, then looks at me. "I need help myself." She points out. She lifts up her arm and pushes her sleeve back. There was a huge cut on her arm that was bleeding badly. "Shit. How'd that happen?" I ask. "Dog." She responds.
I look behind me once again. "Okay, listen. I'll help you if you help me, kid." I make a deal. Was she going to take it?
"I need to fix my arm." Her small voice says. "Yeah, I see that." I roll my eyes. She wasn't going to be any help at all. "I have to go. I need to get in the cabin and try and find supplies for my arm. I'll try and find supplies for you, too."
"I'll do it myself. You can just focus on your arm."
"What? You have to stay here. One person sneaking around in a house is dangerous enough. We can't both go in there." She says, looking at me like I'm crazy. I look at the ground and sigh. "Fine. Go." I nod my head toward the house as she walks away from me, going toward the house.
There must be other dangerous people in there I think. But I probably needed medical attention more than her. I mean, the stomach is more important than the arm. I needed to get in there somehow. And I need to do it fast. Who knows what these people could do?