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said as I bent down and threw Donald’s bag over my shoulder.
I started to walk a few steps but noticed Abigail was standing next to Donald’s body.
“ We can’t just leave him , ” s he said.
“ We don't have time. W e need to go. He wouldn' t want us waiting around , ” I said.
I grabbed her hand and gave it a little tug.
“ Come on , ” I said softly.
She knelt down and closed Donald’s eyelids , then nodded.
We walked across the street and entered the brush.
“ Casey! ” I called lightly. “ Where are you? ”
We looked around and went a bit deeper. There were several footprints in the wet dirt. But i t was hard to tell b ecause it was almost dark.
“ Look , ” Abigail said as she held up Peter’s bag. “ They were here. ”
“ Maybe Mary found them and they are heading towards the mountain now , ” I tried to sound optimistic.
“ But why would leave us? ” she questioned.
“ Well, Mary knew you know the way , ” I responded.
“ Yeah, but it looks like they may have been followed or chased , ” s he said as her voice wavered.
“ Let’s get as far away from town as we can tonight. We can figure something out in the morning , ” I suggested.
“ That sounds good , ” s he agreed.
I took Peter’s bag so she wouldn' t have to carry so much. I kn e w she could carry me , but I figured she had gone through a lot today. We both had .
We made it a few miles through the woods before we got tired of stumbling around. We decided to stay in the woods instead of following the road , just in case any cars passed by. We also wanted to follow the footprints, but the dirt got harder , and it was too dark to track anymore.
We came across a tree that had fallen, exposing its roots like a massive black wall.
“ We can stay here tonight , ” I suggested. “ It covers us at least from behind. ”
It seemed like all that mountain training was actually paying off. It was the only topic I was able to grasp completely without my mind caving in.
“ That’s fine , ” Abigail said in a shallow voice.
Something was bothering her , but I did not want to push the subject further.
We stepped down into the shallow pit , and I dropped the bags on the ground. Abigail placed her bag against a wall of roots and soil and leaned back.
I did the same with Peter’s bag. I took the blanket from my bag and draped it over both of us.
“ Thanks , ” s he said. Then she added, “ Maybe we should check to see what Donald was bringing. ”
Her voice cracked when she said his name.
I grabbed his bag, which was stuffed with a few snack foods, two containers of water, some matches, and two small black cases.
“ Let me see those , ” Abigail requested.
I handed her both cases , and she examined them. She opened one of them. Inside was a black watch, identical to hers. In the corner there were four capsules: two yellow and two green.
“ These are the watches we use to control our abilities. One of them must be Mary’s. The other is probably for you , ” s he said.
She flipped over the watch and twisted the back plate off. There were two little compartments.
“ This is where you put the CC1586 capsules. Yellow is for the relaxer. The green is for the stimulant , ” s he explained as she placed the capsules into their corresponding holes.
“ Let me see your arm , ” s he asked.
I lifted my left arm palm up , and she put the watch on. She then flipped my arm over so the face of the watch was pointing up.
“ The watch always suppresses your ability by secreting a relaxer that was contained in the CC1586 virus. It is basically a watered down version that made people go into coma , ” s he explained. “ It is very difficult to use your abilities with the watch on because that part of your brain is put to sleep in a way. If you press the side of the watch in , it will release the stimulant. It wakes up the part that explains to your body how to operate more efficiently, letting us control our
I started to walk a few steps but noticed Abigail was standing next to Donald’s body.
“ We can’t just leave him , ” s he said.
“ We don't have time. W e need to go. He wouldn' t want us waiting around , ” I said.
I grabbed her hand and gave it a little tug.
“ Come on , ” I said softly.
She knelt down and closed Donald’s eyelids , then nodded.
We walked across the street and entered the brush.
“ Casey! ” I called lightly. “ Where are you? ”
We looked around and went a bit deeper. There were several footprints in the wet dirt. But i t was hard to tell b ecause it was almost dark.
“ Look , ” Abigail said as she held up Peter’s bag. “ They were here. ”
“ Maybe Mary found them and they are heading towards the mountain now , ” I tried to sound optimistic.
“ But why would leave us? ” she questioned.
“ Well, Mary knew you know the way , ” I responded.
“ Yeah, but it looks like they may have been followed or chased , ” s he said as her voice wavered.
“ Let’s get as far away from town as we can tonight. We can figure something out in the morning , ” I suggested.
“ That sounds good , ” s he agreed.
I took Peter’s bag so she wouldn' t have to carry so much. I kn e w she could carry me , but I figured she had gone through a lot today. We both had .
We made it a few miles through the woods before we got tired of stumbling around. We decided to stay in the woods instead of following the road , just in case any cars passed by. We also wanted to follow the footprints, but the dirt got harder , and it was too dark to track anymore.
We came across a tree that had fallen, exposing its roots like a massive black wall.
“ We can stay here tonight , ” I suggested. “ It covers us at least from behind. ”
It seemed like all that mountain training was actually paying off. It was the only topic I was able to grasp completely without my mind caving in.
“ That’s fine , ” Abigail said in a shallow voice.
Something was bothering her , but I did not want to push the subject further.
We stepped down into the shallow pit , and I dropped the bags on the ground. Abigail placed her bag against a wall of roots and soil and leaned back.
I did the same with Peter’s bag. I took the blanket from my bag and draped it over both of us.
“ Thanks , ” s he said. Then she added, “ Maybe we should check to see what Donald was bringing. ”
Her voice cracked when she said his name.
I grabbed his bag, which was stuffed with a few snack foods, two containers of water, some matches, and two small black cases.
“ Let me see those , ” Abigail requested.
I handed her both cases , and she examined them. She opened one of them. Inside was a black watch, identical to hers. In the corner there were four capsules: two yellow and two green.
“ These are the watches we use to control our abilities. One of them must be Mary’s. The other is probably for you , ” s he said.
She flipped over the watch and twisted the back plate off. There were two little compartments.
“ This is where you put the CC1586 capsules. Yellow is for the relaxer. The green is for the stimulant , ” s he explained as she placed the capsules into their corresponding holes.
“ Let me see your arm , ” s he asked.
I lifted my left arm palm up , and she put the watch on. She then flipped my arm over so the face of the watch was pointing up.
“ The watch always suppresses your ability by secreting a relaxer that was contained in the CC1586 virus. It is basically a watered down version that made people go into coma , ” s he explained. “ It is very difficult to use your abilities with the watch on because that part of your brain is put to sleep in a way. If you press the side of the watch in , it will release the stimulant. It wakes up the part that explains to your body how to operate more efficiently, letting us control our
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