Nothing is ever easy…. The next part of The Gone #amwriting #thegone
I turn in a slow circle, keeping an eye out for the others getting too close.
“I’m scared,” Conor says. I give his slight frame a squeeze.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “We will be fine.”
“Where’s Max gone?”
“We have friends who are meant to be getting a helicopter ready.”
“Where are they?” Conor asks.
I nod toward the hangar. So far none of the others have noticed me or Conor but I know they will. I’m just glad that it isn’t a windy night. It is very still and that is helping us, stopping Conor’s almost human scent to spread. The problem is that no sooner have I thought it than an other turns and looks in my direction.
It lets out the mewling of a kitten and I wonder if there is a sort of language. I’m answered when five others turn and look in our direction.
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