Maybe some people wouldn’t mind just being able to beat someone in order to survive, but I sure as hell did. There was no way I was going to allow Jenna to be lost, not like this anyway. And I certainly wasn’t going to lose Bret. There had to be something that we could do. Even if these things did catch Jenna, they weren’t going to stop with just her anyway. They would take us all down one by one.
Lloyd suddenly reappeared, he was standing on another set of boulders, his rifle raised, his eye pressed to the scope. The boom of the shot was startling in the forest, but no birds took flight. Where the hell did they all go when they felt the approach of these damn things? I suddenly, and uselessly, wished for wings too. Though I didn’t think there was any chance he could hit one of them through the trees, Lloyd fired off another shot. He probably just hoped to make them hesitate; I didn’t think for one minute that it would work.
I leapt onto the boulder beside Lloyd, struggling to catch my breath as I studied the forest. I could see trees bending and hear them snapping, but I could not see the monsters causing it through the thick foliage of the trees. I may not be able to see them yet, but they were noticeably closer. “Keep going,” Lloyd commanded, sounding annoyingly less out of breath than me and my rapid panting.
“We need to make a stand.”
Lloyd barely glanced at me before firing off another round. “Do you honestly think we can beat those things?”
“Do you honestly think we can outrun them?” I managed to choke out, horrified by the notion that Lloyd didn’t think we could beat them.
“Run.”
“Don’t wait too long.”
I jumped off the boulder, fleeing into the woods behind Jenna and Bret now. We needed to hide, we needed to find somewhere to go to ground, or we were going to die. My heart pounded, I could hear the blood rushing through my ears in giant pulsing waves. My vision was beginning to blur, I could barely breathe through the terror hammering at me. Hope, I was trying to cling to hope, but it was completely eluding me at the moment.
All I had was mind numbing fear.
I was so focused on keeping my legs moving, and trying to see through the bright lights exploding before my eyes, that I didn’t realize Bret and Jenna had stopped suddenly until I nearly plowed into them. “Who the hell puts a fence in the middle of the damn forest!?” Bret exploded.
Dismay and horror filled me, my mouth dropped as I stared at the chain link fence before us. My eyes traveled slowly up, I nearly vomited at the sight of the barbwire twisted thickly around the top of it. I looked to the right, and then to the left, but the fence stretched as far as I could see. A strange guttural sound of complete dismay escaped me.
“This way,” Bret said crisply.
He turned to the right and began to run along the length of the fence. I didn’t know what he was looking for, but he kept his hand on the fence as he moved. I glanced over my shoulder, relief filling me as I caught sight of Lloyd closing in on us. Bret stayed close to the fence line, but it was Barney that found the hole first. I didn’t even see the hole, or know that we had gone past it, until I realized Barney was on the other side.
“We missed something!” I gasped.
Barney followed me as I darted back along the fence. “Bethany!” Bret hissed.
Though Barney didn’t bark, he began to run back and forth in the same area. I stumbled, nearly fell as I tried to push myself harder, but my legs were too tired, and I was too fatigued to move any faster than I already was. I skidded to a halt, nearly falling over as I stopped abruptly. Leaves and dirt kicked up around me, Barney’s tail wagged in eager excitement as he made one more trip back and forth. Vines and weeds had sprung up along both sides of the fence; it was easy to see how we had missed the hole even though it was a decent size.
“Here!” I gasped. “Here!”
I tore at the bittersweet and grape vine. They cut into my hands, tore at my skin, but clung to the fence with frustrating and frightening tenacity. Lloyd appeared at my side, his eyes narrowed as he pulled and ripped at the vines with me. “Go,” he hissed when we had cleared enough of the hole to fit through. “Go Bethany!”
I slid through the fence, tugging at my shirt as it was momentarily caught up on a piece of broken metal. I heard my shirt tear, felt the bite of metal against my back, but I didn’t care. I pushed Barney back as he eagerly tried to lick my face. “They should have named you freaking Lassie,” I muttered at him.
He licked me one more time before backing away. His tail tucked between his legs, his ass end dropped down as he began to cower. I refused to look behind me, refused to see what had him so frightened all of a sudden, what he could see approaching and I could not. It might be spineless, but I found I could not turn and face my death head on. Jenna, Bret, and Lloyd came through the fence next. “This way.”
Lloyd broke into a brisk run that we all struggled to keep up with. Though the fence had kept us out, there was no doubt that it would do the same for the things hunting us. “Wait!” I gasped suddenly skidding to a halt.
“What is it?” Jenna demanded.
“Shh,” I whispered, placing my finger against my lips as I watched Barney. He had stopped suddenly; his withers were hunched up, his head tilted to the sky. There was something out there, I could just barely make it out, but if I concentrated I could hear a low humming noise in the air. I frowned as I lifted my attention to the sky. The ships were nearly silent; I had never heard them so clearly before, not even when they had been directly overhead, but I was certain they were there now, coming toward us, searching for us. Hunting us.
“Against the trees!” I commanded. “Now! Against the trees! Against the trees!”
They looked at me in confusion for a moment but followed my lead as I flattened myself against the tree. My back pressed against the trunk, my arms wrapped around it. I silently cursed the scraggly pines that sprouted everywhere throughout Plymouth and offered little shelter. I would have cut off my own hand for a giant oak or maple right now. Even a Locust would do. But all we had were the small rough trees and the little bit of protection they offered us.
I was trying hard not to shake, trying hard not to completely freak out and go fleeing through the woods as terror pulsed through my veins with every rapid beat of my heart. Especially as the sound of snapping trees continued to ring through the air as one of those things grew steadily closer. We were trapped, cornered beneath what was hunting us from above, and what was pursuing us from below.
“What the hell do we do?” Jenna hissed.
We all looked to Lloyd, but he seemed just as confused and uncertain as I was. What could we do? If we continued to run the ship would only track us from above. It would follow us through the woods, and none of us knew exactly what their defensive mechanisms were capable of. I thought of the bridge, of the blinding white light that had erupted from nowhere. I recalled Aiden’s description of the man, the one that had seemed to burn from the inside out. The one who’d had flames shoot from his mouth moments before becoming a crumbling pile of ash. The heat it had taken to incinerate a person so completely, in such a short time, was nothing short of amazing, and terrifying.
Though the ships had not been present at the bridge, there was no way to know if perhaps they had the capability of doing such a thing also. I shuddered, my fingernails dug deeper into the tree coming up with only rough hewn bark and sap. Not now, not like this. I did not want to go out like this. I was shaking, trembling so fiercely I was certain my legs were going to give out.
The sun slowly began to disappear. It seemed as if a solar eclipse was taking over the sun, than something straight out of a horror movie slid into view. It took over our world, encompassed everything above us as it moved slowly over. Barney cowered by my side, his head down, his ears flattened against his skull. I don’t know why he stayed with me, why he didn’t just run. He had a chance of escaping these things. He was faster than us, and they might not even want a dog. But then again I didn’t think they would discriminate against anything warm blooded, or cold for that matter.