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"No, no, no," Jane laughed, blowing her last hit out the window and tossing the joint through it. She kept the windows open, though, enjoying the breeze hitting her body and flowing through the thin layer that separated her skin from if. "No Taco Bell. I think we deserve something nice. We've been working hard, getting our shit together," she said as she stuck her tongue out. "I'll take all you boys to a Dairy Queen. My treat," she declared as she cut the wheel and pull over as the two in the back groaned. "I want some fucking ice cream! If you want something different, you drive."
Jane hopped out of the van barefoot and dug in the back for her vans, which she slipped on quickly, and she dashed inside the store. She exited with a large chocolate ice cream cone and sat on the hood of the van. Her friend who lent it to her begged Jane not to fuck it up, and based on how the chocolate began to drip down her arm, she thought she made a good choice.
She approached the passenger window after tossing Austin the keys and signaled for Rob to roll it down. "Hey," she began with her mouth full, trying to control the ice cream that was melting in the sun, "I know last week was tense, but I hope we're cool." Without waiting for a reply, she left his view and tossed the cone in the garbage before crawling over the trailer hitch and into the back. She'd hate to know that Rob was still mad at her.
"It's my turn again." Her legs were hung over the back of the seat and her head near the vans floorboards of it as her arm reach for the cord. Her blonde hair sprawled across the floor as she laid upside down fidgeting with her phone until the song she wanted came on. Youth Wasted by The Bronx filled the van as Jane dramatically sang along with the song, nearly kicking the vans roof to the beat.
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They finally arrived to Phoenix and located the ground where the fest was being held. They checked in with the booking manager and arranged what time they'd be expected back to begin load in. Their booking manager was cuter than expected, to Jane of course, and as he flirted with her a bit, she took a mental note to remember him later.
Jane had a grin from ear to ear as she wrapped her arms around both Sam and Rob's shoulders as they walked. "Well, fellas," she exclaimed as she walked ahead of them and turned to face them. "I don't know about you, but I need a drink. We still have two hours to kill." She whipped out her phone from her pocket and began searching for the nearest bar. "Slaintés. Irish pub a block away." She felt so excited to be out on the road with no responsibilities other than drinking and singing. Her two favorite things.
Jane hopped out of the van barefoot and dug in the back for her vans, which she slipped on quickly, and she dashed inside the store. She exited with a large chocolate ice cream cone and sat on the hood of the van. Her friend who lent it to her begged Jane not to fuck it up, and based on how the chocolate began to drip down her arm, she thought she made a good choice.
She approached the passenger window after tossing Austin the keys and signaled for Rob to roll it down. "Hey," she began with her mouth full, trying to control the ice cream that was melting in the sun, "I know last week was tense, but I hope we're cool." Without waiting for a reply, she left his view and tossed the cone in the garbage before crawling over the trailer hitch and into the back. She'd hate to know that Rob was still mad at her.
"It's my turn again." Her legs were hung over the back of the seat and her head near the vans floorboards of it as her arm reach for the cord. Her blonde hair sprawled across the floor as she laid upside down fidgeting with her phone until the song she wanted came on. Youth Wasted by The Bronx filled the van as Jane dramatically sang along with the song, nearly kicking the vans roof to the beat.
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They finally arrived to Phoenix and located the ground where the fest was being held. They checked in with the booking manager and arranged what time they'd be expected back to begin load in. Their booking manager was cuter than expected, to Jane of course, and as he flirted with her a bit, she took a mental note to remember him later.
Jane had a grin from ear to ear as she wrapped her arms around both Sam and Rob's shoulders as they walked. "Well, fellas," she exclaimed as she walked ahead of them and turned to face them. "I don't know about you, but I need a drink. We still have two hours to kill." She whipped out her phone from her pocket and began searching for the nearest bar. "Slaintés. Irish pub a block away." She felt so excited to be out on the road with no responsibilities other than drinking and singing. Her two favorite things.
I yolo'd it and added it to my original post. A little lengthy - I apologize.
@freedomliveson Actuallllly, I've worked on something bitchin' (if I do say so myself.) Would you rather me just add it on to my last post? Unless you've already worked on something.
@freedomliveson Aw shucks, and you got it! :D
***and I really enjoy writing with you as well. I like your style!
***and I really enjoy writing with you as well. I like your style!
@freedomliveson No, no, no! It's your story, I've actually been a little cautious about derailing it. I really like the direction you're taking it in though. If you are okay with it, I can contribute more to the journey. I just didn't wanna throw you off track :)
She smiled as his words and nodded in agreement. Jane had been worried how the dynamic of the group would be now after their most recent falling out. It was normal for everyone to bump heads about minor things, but this one was big. It had been about the latest song they released, which she had suspected would cause some problems, but she didn’t expect it to be to this magnitude.
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They had all been at Jane’s apartment when she was emailed the mastered version of the song they had recorded a month back. Rob had expressed his concerns about its sound previously, but Jane had thought everything was under control until she played it over the speakers in the living room. An argument quickly sprouted, and she asked Sam and Austin to leave so she could deal with him herself. He was much more receptive to her opinions when there wasn’t an audience.
“Rob!” she had raised her voice was the front door closed. “You knew what we were recording. You said you wanted us to get picked up. You said you wanted us to make money off this thing. The scene is changing, Rob. We gotta keep up,” she frowned as she put a hand on his shoulder. It was a bit of a reach for her, and she could feel his muscles tensing under her touch, but she kept it firmly planted there. “Look at me. I know you don’t think this song showcases our true potential. I get that. It’s simple. But it works, Rob.” She removed her hand, but held his gaze. “Once we get the recognition we deserve, we can change it up. I promise.” Although Jane might have been exaggerating a bit – she loved their new sound – she didn’t want him to quit the band or become miserable. She needed him there with her.
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They had only a six hour drive to their first stop. Phoenix. It was some sort of music festival with different genres of music: punk, hard rock, surf rock, shoegaze, metal. It was hard keeping up with all of the names for them these days. Their set was at 7, so they would have time to explore the area or catch some bands they wanted to see before they had to set up. Jane had been driving and daydreaming about the first night of their tour when her phone began to ring. She groaned as she looked at the name that popped up on the screen, “Lena.”
“Yeah,” Jane answered, already unamused with the conversation that was about to take place.
“You don’t even say bye, Jane? You just kick me out of your room and leave for two months?” Lena asked rhetorically, her tone sharp.
“I said bye last night,” she replied, trying to keep her voice calm and monotone to avoid any suspicion from the guys.
Lena scoffed. “That’s all I am to you, huh?”
Jane rolled her eyes. “You’re my roommate, Lena.” Her tone became stern.
“Jesus Christ, Jane. I’m such an idiot!” She shouted into the phone, causing Jane to move it away from her ear. “I’m moving out when you come home.”
Instead of replying the way she wanted to, Jane hung up on her and threw the phone down by her feet, taking a deep breath and turning up the radio in the car to avoid any questions from the guys.
It didn’t stop Austin, their bassist, from getting curious about the conversation. He had already began asking questions to get to the bottom of what was happening between the two of them, but Jane normally just brushed him off. “J, you can’t deny it. You’ve totally been fucking Lena and haven’t told us.”
Jane’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as they remained on the road. “Shut up, Austin.”
“No,” he laughed at her response. “Come on, tell us. Me and Sam made a bet on it.”
This caused Sam, their guitarist, to punch Austin in the arm. “Dude, shut up. I – ”
“FINE!” Jane yelled abruptly, gripping the steering wheel. “It’s true. Don’t fucking tell anyone. I didn’t get to go to college, so I had to do my experimenting somewhere else,” she joked with a smirk forming on her lips.
“Yes! Sam, you owe me twenty bucks,” Austin said grinning towards him. “What a good start to the day.”
“Alright, shut up, shut up,” Jane groaned as she waved a hand back at them. She was laughing, not as upset as she thought she’d be when the secret finally came out. She actually felt a bit relieved, inspiring her to grab a cigarette from the pack and toss one to Rob as well. After lighting it, thick white smoke poured out of her mouth with a relaxing sigh. They’d only been on the road for two hours, but Jane found herself getting antsy. She didn’t like to sit still for too long.
“Do you guys wanna get some food soon? I didn’t eat breakfast,” she sighed, feeling her stomach grumble more frequently. She dug around in the purse on her lap to grab a joint she had rolled the night before and lit it as her bony knee held the wheel, smiling as she exhaled it slowly. "You in, Rob?" she asked, holding the next hit in and passing it to him pinched it in her unpainted fingernails. Jane smiled at him and nudged his arm. "Are you fucking stoked or what?" She knew how badly Rob had wanted to tour, and she was happy they were finally able to make that a reality.
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They had all been at Jane’s apartment when she was emailed the mastered version of the song they had recorded a month back. Rob had expressed his concerns about its sound previously, but Jane had thought everything was under control until she played it over the speakers in the living room. An argument quickly sprouted, and she asked Sam and Austin to leave so she could deal with him herself. He was much more receptive to her opinions when there wasn’t an audience.
“Rob!” she had raised her voice was the front door closed. “You knew what we were recording. You said you wanted us to get picked up. You said you wanted us to make money off this thing. The scene is changing, Rob. We gotta keep up,” she frowned as she put a hand on his shoulder. It was a bit of a reach for her, and she could feel his muscles tensing under her touch, but she kept it firmly planted there. “Look at me. I know you don’t think this song showcases our true potential. I get that. It’s simple. But it works, Rob.” She removed her hand, but held his gaze. “Once we get the recognition we deserve, we can change it up. I promise.” Although Jane might have been exaggerating a bit – she loved their new sound – she didn’t want him to quit the band or become miserable. She needed him there with her.
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They had only a six hour drive to their first stop. Phoenix. It was some sort of music festival with different genres of music: punk, hard rock, surf rock, shoegaze, metal. It was hard keeping up with all of the names for them these days. Their set was at 7, so they would have time to explore the area or catch some bands they wanted to see before they had to set up. Jane had been driving and daydreaming about the first night of their tour when her phone began to ring. She groaned as she looked at the name that popped up on the screen, “Lena.”
“Yeah,” Jane answered, already unamused with the conversation that was about to take place.
“You don’t even say bye, Jane? You just kick me out of your room and leave for two months?” Lena asked rhetorically, her tone sharp.
“I said bye last night,” she replied, trying to keep her voice calm and monotone to avoid any suspicion from the guys.
Lena scoffed. “That’s all I am to you, huh?”
Jane rolled her eyes. “You’re my roommate, Lena.” Her tone became stern.
“Jesus Christ, Jane. I’m such an idiot!” She shouted into the phone, causing Jane to move it away from her ear. “I’m moving out when you come home.”
Instead of replying the way she wanted to, Jane hung up on her and threw the phone down by her feet, taking a deep breath and turning up the radio in the car to avoid any questions from the guys.
It didn’t stop Austin, their bassist, from getting curious about the conversation. He had already began asking questions to get to the bottom of what was happening between the two of them, but Jane normally just brushed him off. “J, you can’t deny it. You’ve totally been fucking Lena and haven’t told us.”
Jane’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as they remained on the road. “Shut up, Austin.”
“No,” he laughed at her response. “Come on, tell us. Me and Sam made a bet on it.”
This caused Sam, their guitarist, to punch Austin in the arm. “Dude, shut up. I – ”
“FINE!” Jane yelled abruptly, gripping the steering wheel. “It’s true. Don’t fucking tell anyone. I didn’t get to go to college, so I had to do my experimenting somewhere else,” she joked with a smirk forming on her lips.
“Yes! Sam, you owe me twenty bucks,” Austin said grinning towards him. “What a good start to the day.”
“Alright, shut up, shut up,” Jane groaned as she waved a hand back at them. She was laughing, not as upset as she thought she’d be when the secret finally came out. She actually felt a bit relieved, inspiring her to grab a cigarette from the pack and toss one to Rob as well. After lighting it, thick white smoke poured out of her mouth with a relaxing sigh. They’d only been on the road for two hours, but Jane found herself getting antsy. She didn’t like to sit still for too long.
“Do you guys wanna get some food soon? I didn’t eat breakfast,” she sighed, feeling her stomach grumble more frequently. She dug around in the purse on her lap to grab a joint she had rolled the night before and lit it as her bony knee held the wheel, smiling as she exhaled it slowly. "You in, Rob?" she asked, holding the next hit in and passing it to him pinched it in her unpainted fingernails. Jane smiled at him and nudged his arm. "Are you fucking stoked or what?" She knew how badly Rob had wanted to tour, and she was happy they were finally able to make that a reality.
Cameron nodded and smiled gratefully as they spoke about accepting her into their community, the first time that she didn’t let her pride and nihilistic views on the world stop her from accepting help. She even started to feel hope and a sense of purpose, which a year ago, she would laugh at. John, the only elder that didn’t view her as the scum of the Earth, was possibly right after all. He would often tell her that she was meant for more than what the village had to offer – something the other elders would become infuriated over – and that she had to do her best to fulfill her potential. She thought he was crazy, most did, and that all she would ever been was a thorn in the side of Chesapeake.
She listened intently to Ryken’s words as they trailed off, taking the hint along with absorbing his intense stare. “I’ll go with Justin. Of course,” she answered, nodding her head confidently. “We can leave when you’re ready,” she stated as she looked to the man next to her and smirked. Although Cameron wasn’t quite sure of what the trip would entail, she knew that Justin would do everything in his power to keep them both alive. She didn’t know him that well, of course, but from what she had seen, he was determined. She liked that.
After standing up, she shook hands with the council members and turned to Justin in his chair. “I’m just going to get a few things prepared. Come get me when you’re ready to go.”
She left the room and headed back to the cot she had taken the glorious nap on and packed the extra clothes that they had provided her with, along with braiding her long black hair away from her face and down her back, wispy pieces framing her face messily. The beloved knife had returned to its home on her thigh once again, and once she was satisfied, she laid back down in the cot and folded her hands on her stomach, resting her glossy blue eyes for a while. Part of her was excited to be going on out another mission, one with a bit more direction than her last; she had always wanted to be out in the world, and now was her chance. But, like any other experience she had in New York so far, she was sure there would be elements of peril lurking behind each corner they turned. Ah, what was she doing to herself? Now wasn’t the time to be negative. She made it this far, right?
A nurse jolted her out of a light sleep Cameron had fallen into and asked her to lift her shirt so that she could change the bandage hiding the slice in her side. She winced as the white shirt was lifted, folding it up so that not much of her bra was popping out. What did show, however, was an intricate tattoo of a tree that covered her back, something very much frowned upon in her village, which was probably why she wanted to get it. As she caught the nurse eyeing it, a smile was flashed between them. They definitely aren't as judgmental as I imagined they'd be.
As the nurse finished wrapping her up, a light rap on the door caused her eyes to shoot up to Justin's, and she smiled as she pulled her shirt back down and got up to grab her pack.
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The hand drawn map was their guide on the path that neither of them had explored before. They had been pretty silent for the first hour or so, only really talking when they warned one another to watch their step or decipher which way the line was telling them to go. In Cameron’s opinion, she guessed that they both had a lot on their minds. Understandable. But the silence was starting to eat away at her subconscious, her inner thoughts begging her to blurt out anything.
“So,” she began, not really sure how to put her thoughts into words. “I’ve noticed you’re pretty, uh, stoic.” She winced at her words, realizing that he might not take that as a compliment like she meant it. “My village had a lot of hot heads. Any little thing could trigger a full blown fistfight between our leaders, no matter how enlightened they claim to be.” She giggled at the thought and stopped for a moment to catch her breath, leaning against a boulder. “I don’t think I’ve really been able to put into words how grateful I am for you taking me in. I don’t really believe in divine intervention, but I do think that we were meant to cross paths. If we get the information we’re looking for, we could be the saviors of humanity,” she chuckled, a slight sarcastic tone taking over at the end of her sentence. “But really. I think I – “
A loud thump came from the tree behind her, and she swiveled to view a bullet hole carved into the bark. “Fuck,” she mumbled as she grabbed Justin’s arm and ducked, weaving into the trees that surrounded the area. They crouched down, and she blew out the lantern she had been holding to light the path until the morning sun did the work for them. Her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness to no avail. “Justin,” Cameron whispered as quietly as possible, “I can’t see anything.” Distant chatter could be heard, but it wasn’t close enough to make out the words or how many there were. Her heart was thumping loudly in her ears as her eyes desperately scanned the landscape in front of them. They must have been tracking them. But who was they? If the information Omega now had was so important, they could have multiple enemies who had yet to make themselves known.
Another bullet zipped through the area, but it was about thirty feet to the right of the pair. “They can’t see us,” Cameron sighed in relief as she whispered. Remaining in a crouching position, she tugged on Justin’s shirt to signal for him to follow. They traveled along the dirt slowly, deeper into the woods, and she pulled out a compass from her backpack to keep track of where they were heading. Directly north. Slightly off course, but it was worth it to stay alive. The sky was fading from black to dark blue, signaling the sun would make its appearance soon and that they’d no longer be able to use the dark to hide.
It had been about thirty minutes since they heard the second shot, and she turned to Justin as she stopped for a moment. “I think we’ve lost them, but we could have others tracking us.” Her paranoia caused her eyes to dart around the trees surrounding them. “We should probably stay off any main roads for now. You okay with that?” she asked with sincerity. A tickle on her face made her wipe her skin with her hand, and as she observed her fingertips, Cameron noticed dirt. She looked back up to him with a smirk. “A new look I’m trying.”
They continued to walk a bit, straightening out their course back to northeast, when something snapped underneath her combat boot. She stopped abruptly, causing Justin to run into her, but instead of reacting, she bent down to pick up the object. “An arrow,” Cameron mumbled as her eyes squinted to observe its intricate markings. She handed it to Justin carefully as watched his expressions. “Do you know what clan this would belong to?” The tip of it had blood on it, probably of an animal, and it looked fresh. That means that wherever the hell it came from, it was recent. Very recent.
Cameron’s feet moved her around 360 degrees as she scoped the trees surrounding them. She had heard an infinite amount of horror stories about the more primitive clans that scattered the north. Ones of cannibalism, violence gruesome or sexual in nature, and a complete disregard for human life existing outside of their band. How true it all was, she had no clue, but it was enough to cause a slight panic within her. “I-I don’t know what to do, Justin. What do we do?” she whispered, head swimming with endless scenarios being played out in her mind as her eyes met his. At this point, she didn’t care if he knew she was scared. Cameron just wanted to be safe, even for a moment. “Do you know of any safe haven on the way to Portland?”
Before he had time to respond, a thud sounded behind Cameron, followed by another thud behind Justin. “Drop your weapons slowly!” a man’s voice shouted at them, specifically the one behind her. As she obliged and tossed her gun on the floor, she eyed the man standing behind Justin. He was dressed in ragged clothing: a ripped motorcycle jacket, dreaded hair, and a distinct tattoo covering half of his face. Fear began to rise in her chest as she locked eyes with Justin, trying to search his eyes for some sort of direction to take.
“Get on your knees, both of you!” The man behind Justin was now the one barking orders, holding an arrow held tightly in a bow at Justin’s head, assuming that the man behind her had a weapon trained on her as well. Cameron held her hands up and shakily dropped down to the soft dirt of the forest, keeping her eyes now locked on the ground. While she appreciated Justin for who he was, the fact that he was stoic was not helping her in this situation. He was too damn hard to read. She caught his gaze once more, crinkling her nose at him as some sort of signal. A signal for what? Cameron wasn’t sure. But if they kept getting held up like this, they’d never make it to Portland.
Sweat was beading on her forehead as she blew a strand of hair from her face, and not a second later, she fell forward and kicked her leg back in a sweep, knocking the man behind her down to the dirt. Before the man man behind Justin could react, her knife that was overlooked was thrown, landing into the man’s neck. She groaned as she stood up, planting a knee on the throat of she one she had knocked over. This man was different from their other aggressor. He was clean shaven, dressed in slacks in fair condition, and a military grade vest. Why would the two of them be working together if they weren't from the same band? That didn't make sense.
Her hand searched his pocket to find a tightly folder piece of paper. One that looked like the maps from the box. It couldn't have been the same, could it? Where would they have gotten it from? “Justin,” she said quietly, handing it to him as the man below her was gasping for breath. Her eyes showed both hints of curiosity and suspicion. Their problem could be bigger than expected of clans were working against them to get a hold of the information they were privy to.
She listened intently to Ryken’s words as they trailed off, taking the hint along with absorbing his intense stare. “I’ll go with Justin. Of course,” she answered, nodding her head confidently. “We can leave when you’re ready,” she stated as she looked to the man next to her and smirked. Although Cameron wasn’t quite sure of what the trip would entail, she knew that Justin would do everything in his power to keep them both alive. She didn’t know him that well, of course, but from what she had seen, he was determined. She liked that.
After standing up, she shook hands with the council members and turned to Justin in his chair. “I’m just going to get a few things prepared. Come get me when you’re ready to go.”
She left the room and headed back to the cot she had taken the glorious nap on and packed the extra clothes that they had provided her with, along with braiding her long black hair away from her face and down her back, wispy pieces framing her face messily. The beloved knife had returned to its home on her thigh once again, and once she was satisfied, she laid back down in the cot and folded her hands on her stomach, resting her glossy blue eyes for a while. Part of her was excited to be going on out another mission, one with a bit more direction than her last; she had always wanted to be out in the world, and now was her chance. But, like any other experience she had in New York so far, she was sure there would be elements of peril lurking behind each corner they turned. Ah, what was she doing to herself? Now wasn’t the time to be negative. She made it this far, right?
A nurse jolted her out of a light sleep Cameron had fallen into and asked her to lift her shirt so that she could change the bandage hiding the slice in her side. She winced as the white shirt was lifted, folding it up so that not much of her bra was popping out. What did show, however, was an intricate tattoo of a tree that covered her back, something very much frowned upon in her village, which was probably why she wanted to get it. As she caught the nurse eyeing it, a smile was flashed between them. They definitely aren't as judgmental as I imagined they'd be.
As the nurse finished wrapping her up, a light rap on the door caused her eyes to shoot up to Justin's, and she smiled as she pulled her shirt back down and got up to grab her pack.
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The hand drawn map was their guide on the path that neither of them had explored before. They had been pretty silent for the first hour or so, only really talking when they warned one another to watch their step or decipher which way the line was telling them to go. In Cameron’s opinion, she guessed that they both had a lot on their minds. Understandable. But the silence was starting to eat away at her subconscious, her inner thoughts begging her to blurt out anything.
“So,” she began, not really sure how to put her thoughts into words. “I’ve noticed you’re pretty, uh, stoic.” She winced at her words, realizing that he might not take that as a compliment like she meant it. “My village had a lot of hot heads. Any little thing could trigger a full blown fistfight between our leaders, no matter how enlightened they claim to be.” She giggled at the thought and stopped for a moment to catch her breath, leaning against a boulder. “I don’t think I’ve really been able to put into words how grateful I am for you taking me in. I don’t really believe in divine intervention, but I do think that we were meant to cross paths. If we get the information we’re looking for, we could be the saviors of humanity,” she chuckled, a slight sarcastic tone taking over at the end of her sentence. “But really. I think I – “
A loud thump came from the tree behind her, and she swiveled to view a bullet hole carved into the bark. “Fuck,” she mumbled as she grabbed Justin’s arm and ducked, weaving into the trees that surrounded the area. They crouched down, and she blew out the lantern she had been holding to light the path until the morning sun did the work for them. Her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness to no avail. “Justin,” Cameron whispered as quietly as possible, “I can’t see anything.” Distant chatter could be heard, but it wasn’t close enough to make out the words or how many there were. Her heart was thumping loudly in her ears as her eyes desperately scanned the landscape in front of them. They must have been tracking them. But who was they? If the information Omega now had was so important, they could have multiple enemies who had yet to make themselves known.
Another bullet zipped through the area, but it was about thirty feet to the right of the pair. “They can’t see us,” Cameron sighed in relief as she whispered. Remaining in a crouching position, she tugged on Justin’s shirt to signal for him to follow. They traveled along the dirt slowly, deeper into the woods, and she pulled out a compass from her backpack to keep track of where they were heading. Directly north. Slightly off course, but it was worth it to stay alive. The sky was fading from black to dark blue, signaling the sun would make its appearance soon and that they’d no longer be able to use the dark to hide.
It had been about thirty minutes since they heard the second shot, and she turned to Justin as she stopped for a moment. “I think we’ve lost them, but we could have others tracking us.” Her paranoia caused her eyes to dart around the trees surrounding them. “We should probably stay off any main roads for now. You okay with that?” she asked with sincerity. A tickle on her face made her wipe her skin with her hand, and as she observed her fingertips, Cameron noticed dirt. She looked back up to him with a smirk. “A new look I’m trying.”
They continued to walk a bit, straightening out their course back to northeast, when something snapped underneath her combat boot. She stopped abruptly, causing Justin to run into her, but instead of reacting, she bent down to pick up the object. “An arrow,” Cameron mumbled as her eyes squinted to observe its intricate markings. She handed it to Justin carefully as watched his expressions. “Do you know what clan this would belong to?” The tip of it had blood on it, probably of an animal, and it looked fresh. That means that wherever the hell it came from, it was recent. Very recent.
Cameron’s feet moved her around 360 degrees as she scoped the trees surrounding them. She had heard an infinite amount of horror stories about the more primitive clans that scattered the north. Ones of cannibalism, violence gruesome or sexual in nature, and a complete disregard for human life existing outside of their band. How true it all was, she had no clue, but it was enough to cause a slight panic within her. “I-I don’t know what to do, Justin. What do we do?” she whispered, head swimming with endless scenarios being played out in her mind as her eyes met his. At this point, she didn’t care if he knew she was scared. Cameron just wanted to be safe, even for a moment. “Do you know of any safe haven on the way to Portland?”
Before he had time to respond, a thud sounded behind Cameron, followed by another thud behind Justin. “Drop your weapons slowly!” a man’s voice shouted at them, specifically the one behind her. As she obliged and tossed her gun on the floor, she eyed the man standing behind Justin. He was dressed in ragged clothing: a ripped motorcycle jacket, dreaded hair, and a distinct tattoo covering half of his face. Fear began to rise in her chest as she locked eyes with Justin, trying to search his eyes for some sort of direction to take.
“Get on your knees, both of you!” The man behind Justin was now the one barking orders, holding an arrow held tightly in a bow at Justin’s head, assuming that the man behind her had a weapon trained on her as well. Cameron held her hands up and shakily dropped down to the soft dirt of the forest, keeping her eyes now locked on the ground. While she appreciated Justin for who he was, the fact that he was stoic was not helping her in this situation. He was too damn hard to read. She caught his gaze once more, crinkling her nose at him as some sort of signal. A signal for what? Cameron wasn’t sure. But if they kept getting held up like this, they’d never make it to Portland.
Sweat was beading on her forehead as she blew a strand of hair from her face, and not a second later, she fell forward and kicked her leg back in a sweep, knocking the man behind her down to the dirt. Before the man man behind Justin could react, her knife that was overlooked was thrown, landing into the man’s neck. She groaned as she stood up, planting a knee on the throat of she one she had knocked over. This man was different from their other aggressor. He was clean shaven, dressed in slacks in fair condition, and a military grade vest. Why would the two of them be working together if they weren't from the same band? That didn't make sense.
Her hand searched his pocket to find a tightly folder piece of paper. One that looked like the maps from the box. It couldn't have been the same, could it? Where would they have gotten it from? “Justin,” she said quietly, handing it to him as the man below her was gasping for breath. Her eyes showed both hints of curiosity and suspicion. Their problem could be bigger than expected of clans were working against them to get a hold of the information they were privy to.
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@freedomliveson Eh, hardly. I'm great at my job but I still can't do math in my head or even have a GED. We're all good at something :D
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