Chapter Eight

     Magda didn’t realize that she fell alseep. The wagon was gone and they were alone in a vacant field. Her friends also fell asleep.

     She poked Trent in the arm, “Hey.” Trent opened his eyes. “John left us.”

     Trent sat up, “What?”

     They were left alone in the dark. Trent checked his phone and it was two in the morning. He still could not make a phone call.

     “Great, now what?” Max woke up. “Are we still in the corn maze?”

     Trent turned on his flashlight and waved in the dark, “Yes, they are still in it. How’s Dana?”

     Dana was sound asleep. Max shook her arm to wake her. Her eyes opened and she sat up.

     “Oh my God, we’re still here,” said Dana.

     They heard thunder and the wind picked up. A warm wind drifted over them. The light flickered from lightening. The wind settled down and it was silent.

     Suddenly, it was light outside. They found themselves standing next to rows of white tents. There are men exiting the tents.

     The teens stood there in shock. They looked behind them and they saw that the cornfield was still there. Two soldiers stood at the entrance of the maze.

     “What are you doing here?” the soldiers asked. The teens were speechless.

     “I said what are you doing here? Who are you?” one of them asked again.

     “I’m not sure what we are doing here,” said Max.

     Trent moved Max aside, “My name is Trent. I think were lost.”

     “That’s an understatement,” Max muttered.

     “They are probably Confederates,” said the other soldier.

     “Really, we’re just on a road trip,” said Trent. “We are stuck are out here.”

     “Son, there is a war going on in your wandering around in the middle of it?” one asked.

     “They might be emigrants,” said the other. “I think that is what they look like.”

     “Let’s see what O’Connor says,” he said. “You guys are coming with us.”

     “No, we are trying to get back home,” said Dana.

     Soldiers pointed rifles at them. They put their hands in a year.

     “Move,” one of them said.

     They walked through the camp and entered a tent full of more soldiers. One set at a table and seem to be higher in rank.

     The soldiers saluted him. “We found this group working around our camp.”

     He rolled his eyes at him, “You are watching for emigrants and you bring me people who are passing through?”

     “They may be from the South,” one said.

     He sighed at them, “They wouldn’t have a reason to be here. This is wasting my valuable time. We have to pack up and continue on. Can I speak with you to?”

     The soldiers approached the table. A heated argument began. As they argued, the teens slipped out at the tent and ran back to the cornfield.