![]() Chapter 5.2 : A frigtning truthA Chapter by Bexfinch![]() Dustin an Octavia wander round n he forest will they form a plan![]() Chapter 5.2
I wanted to apologize for everything that had happened. But I couldn’t take it back . So I hugged her . It was slow and sweet the smell of wild flowers was floating around her making me feel dizzy and air-headed. “we have to move on I announced,” There’s a trail that leads to the cabin . From here. I look into the sky nervously and frown we’ll have to set camp from here. How ?I think .With what? Where? I scratch my head in frustration it was much easier said than done .. I signaled to Octavia and we began padding through the deep plant guarded entrance brambles scrape my arms as we pass through the tree’s. “ So ,“Octavia says did you hear about the machine their building . Yeah I say distractedly my eyes wondering to the stars soft glow above . Dang! I want to yell why don’t you care about anyone. They’re planning to erase the whole population with that she says. Something clicked. What I say I whirl around and grab her shoulders . My father was mumbling something like that .My eyes Open wide and my vision dims as the darkness blankets onto us. He was saying “ The time is coming soon . No more idiots running around the planet destroying it only the perfect people.” I look at her horrified you’re the last components . The perfect person I repeat . What have I gotten myself into I sighed. “Gotten YOURSELF into you got me into this mess she says icily like a blow. We both have to dig ourselves out of this ditch . I shake myself out of it . They’ll be looking for us soon we have to move on. We have to find shelter she says and instincts tell me there’s a house a couple miles forward. “Oh,” I smile instincts . Yeah she says winking smoke. She points and continues on….
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Added on January 21, 2010 Last Updated on January 21, 2010 AuthorBexfinchJacksonville, FLAboutI felt a need to clean up my profile after having it for three years Name:A title a person gave to me before I was consciense Age: Old enough to write Occupation: Learning as much as I can as.. more..Writing
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