Maya tripped over a log for the third time since the rain had started. She was eager to get home, ever since she noticed weird things. Like the mysterious yells and screams coming from the East.
She stumbled through the undergrowth, and nearly ran into a wet, mud-splattered girl. Maya recognized Vanessa instantly. Who wouldn't recognize their best friend? Although, in the state of which Vanessa was in, it was kind of hard to tell. Her best friend had tangled hair, wild eyes, and clothes that were ripped and dirty.
"Vanessa? What are you doing?" Maya cried,
"You have to get out of here. Now!" Vanessa ordered, pushing Maya back the way she came.
"Why?" Maya said, digging in her heels to stop. She turned around and faced her. "Not till you tell me what's going on."
Vanessa stared at her with wild eyes. "I can't tell you! It's.....it's.....personal! Now move!"
"Personal, eh?" Maya muttered, turning back and walking. "You look like you stepped out of a horror movie."
"Wait." Vanessa said, grabbing Maya's shoulder. "Don't move."
"Why?" Maya grumbled, shrugging out of her grasp. Then, she saw it. The mussel of a rifle.
"Run!" Vanessa shrieked, bolting to the right. Maya followed closely, gun shots firing behind them. And getting closer every time.
They kept running, but Maya tripped and fell, twisting her ankle.
"Maya!" Vanessa cried, slowing, but Maya waved her off.
"Go! I'll be fine!"
"I won't leave you!" Vanessa said stubbornly, and stood beside her reaching to help her up.
Suddenly. a black van came thundering through the forest and stopped beside them.
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