Staring into those three faces, a memory flashed by me, to quick for me to grab it. I screamed at the whole unrealness of this situation and started to run. Stumbling back from the porch and down onto the lawn, I took a fleeting moment to look behind me. Those three people had gotten over their shock and were now chasing me with grim determination. I had no time to study them, only facing forward and running.
I ran too fast, unable to stop from my fear or take a breath. I was not tired, though, and felt adrenaline as I navigated the streets. My feet pounded on the cracked pavement and I strained my ears to try to hear if they were still chasing me.
"She went here!" a quick gasp of sound made me sprint faster and I headed toward the gray silo standing at the edge of the city limits. Vines reached up, their green leaves intertwining across the surface.
My heart was racing over my heavy breathing and I ran the few feet to the building, leaning on it to catch my breath. My plan was to head inside and escape by hiding.
Before I could sneak inside, a cold voice behind me made me halt.
"Stop. Move, you die," I turned slowly, not heeding the warning, to face a boy my age with cold silver hair and startling blue eyes.I studied his tense pose. He glared at me, a gun pointing toward me, his fingers inching towards the trigger.
My gaze moved to the three people jogging toward us. They each had relieved smiles upon me being caught and nodded toward the boy.
The first, a pretty raven haird girl with dark green eyes and a serious look, crossed her arms.
"Who are you?" she asked me, a hint of kindness in her otherwise cold tone.
I looked at...