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Prisoner

6 helping hand

Bodies. Hundreds of dead bodies covered the ground like a battle field. It looked as though a war had gone on, but I knew better. They had all been shot; all of them just hours before we had escaped.

Harry and I were lucky; but we didn't feel it.

The stench was overwhelming, and I had to put my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from throwing up.

"Oh my god," Harry mumbled, voice cracking in shock.

I looked at one of the corpses lying crookedly in front of me; it was a little girl, no older than six or seven. Her glazed blue eyes were wide open and stared lifelessly up at me. Her long blonde hair was tangled and stained with her own blood and her small figure was marred with dirt.

My stomach lurched. I knew I hadn't eaten much and that what I had eaten needed to stay with me. I couldn't afford to lose any more food. Nevertheless, I leaned over and emptied my stomach of what little I had eaten the day before at the sight of that little girl. She reminded me so much of my little sister that it was horrifying.

Harry rubbed my back and kept silent until I'd finished, and then helped me up. We silently began to walk as if in a daze around the bodies of some of the few unfortunate people who had given their lives for something evil. I was so in shock that I couldn't speak, I could only utter strange garbled noises as we made our way past the eradicated bodies.

Once clear of the morbid scene, we began to walk in silence. Neither of us had any words after seeing such a terrible thing. The image of the little girl was burned into my brain, sending forgotten memories before my eyes. I wished that I could go back and give her a proper burial, but I knew we couldn't afford to stay there any longer.

I knew we were spared for a reason, and right then I promised myself that I would get us both out of there alive and try to save the world from utter and complete destruction.

"Tess?" Harry's voice was barely above a whisper, and it was almost lost in the wind.

"Hm?" I mumbled. I was still slightly in shock from our encounter.

"We need to find some shelter for the night. It's about to rain."

I looked up at the cloudy sky, hating the thought of that little girl's dead body getting rained on. But I nodded silently as we walked into some trees. Our boots crunched as we walked, but other than that it was completely silent.

I felt a drop of cold water on my skin, and looked up. A few more drops fell on my cheeks. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt rain on my skin. I had forgotten to move until Harry grabbed my arm.

"Hurry, this way," Harry told me, beginning to jog in another direction. I followed obediently, shivering involuntarily.

"Harry, look," I said, pointing into the dense forest to a cave's entrance.

We both sprinted towards it as the rain began to fall harder on us. Finally, we ducked inside and Harry quickly took the knapsack from his shoulder and began to dig through it.

I busied myself with rubbing my arms up and down to get my circulation going, and looking around the dark interior of the empty cave.

"You can sit here," Harry offered gruffly, motioning to a flat rock near him. I wandered over and gratefully lowered myself down.

Harry continued to silently paw through his backpack, and then a sudden smile crossed his features. He reached his hand out and held up a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. I grinned happily, and he pulled one of the white sticks out, putting it to his lips and lighting it.

"Want one?" He asked me.

I nodded eagerly; it had been years since I last smoked. He handed me a cigarette and the lighter, then zipped up the knapsack.

"I'm going to go look for some firewood. There's bound to be something dry since it just now started raining," he said, standing from his crouched position.

I nodded in agreement, lighting my cigarette.

"You'll be okay?" He asked, voice low and rough. It was times like this when I was grateful I had someone with me.

I smiled slightly. "Yeah."

He left soon after, leaving me to smoke my cigarette and think. With the nicotine coursing through my veins, I felt like I would actually have a fighting chance of finding my family and getting us all somewhere safe. Harry and I would somehow expose the government, and everybody would be okay.

That little girl had also fueled some of my reason to live. She was one of the few children who had died, but I knew that since I was somewhat free, I could find my own sister and stop them from taking more innocent lives.

Just then, a pained scream echoed through the trees, reverberating off the cave walls and breaking me out of my thoughts. I scrambled up from my rock-chair; the cigarette that had just been between my lips now fell forgotten to the cave floor. Fear and adrenaline coursed through my veins, taking the place of the nicotine.

Harry.

I wanted to call out his name, to see if he was all right; but I didn't want to alert any soldiers that might have been prowling the woods of my presence.

It was quiet then, the only sounds being the rain pattering on the trees and the faint wind whistling around the cave's mouth. The air was filled with angst and suspense.

Before I could think any more, I quickly ducked out the entrance of the cave and sprinted into the woods towards the source of the scream.

Within minutes, my clothes were soaked and I was shivering in the cold wind; but I didn't care. If Harry was hurt out there, I would find him. He was the only one I had in this world right then, and I had to make sure he stayed with me

Up ahead a hazy figure came into my view. I creeped up slowly, hiding behind a tree as I realized it wasn't Harry. It was a man, and he was sitting on the ground clutching his leg. He was wounded. As I looked closer, I spotted the U.S AMRY badge on the arm of his uniform.
My eyebrows etched together into a frown, and I could feel the familiar deep hatred for these men rise in my throat. My instincts told me to run and save myself, and if I just walked away now, then I would be giving at least one of them the revenge I so desperately thirsted for. But on the other hand, if I helped him he could aid us in our mission of getting out of there alive.
So I quickly made the decision to help him.

I stepped out of my hiding place, and walked a few steps closer to the injured man. His back was facing me. I cleared my throat loudly, and his head snapped in my direction. His light blue eyes held fear, and his obviously dyed blonde hair was askew and dirt-filled. He frankly looked too young to be a soldier, but I guessed the government didn't really care what age their robotic minions were anymore.

"You're hurt," I stated the obvious; hating that it sounded liked I actually cared when I didn't.
He shook his head 'no', placing his hand over the blood staining his camouflage pants in an attempt to hide his wound from me.

Did he not have a gun or something?

I rolled my eyes, walking forward. "Why are you scared? I should be the one who's afraid of you," I scoffed.

He swallowed audibly. "I-I'm not scared," he denied immediately. He had an Irish accent.
I gave him a look, crouching down beside him. "Sure." I was still wary of my surroundings, though. There could be another soldier out there somewhere, spying on me and plotting my death.

I looked down at his wound; it looked like a gunshot, but not too deep. How had he managed to get shot?

"You're coming with me," I said, grabbing his arm and starting to swing it over my shoulder.
He yanked his arm back, wincing as he did so. "Hell no. I'm not going anywhere with you," he protested.

I leaned back on the heels of my worn out boots, feeling the rain starting to fall harder overhead. We had to get back to the cave before one or both of us froze to death. "So you are scared, huh?"

He glared at me. "No," he muttered, then; "Fine, I'll go with you."

I smirked triumphantly, and helped him to his feet. I slung his arm around my shoulders, and then began to make my way back toward Harry's and my cave. The rain was falling fast and hard by then, soaking the two of us to the bone.

By the time we reached the cave's mouth, I could barely walk, much less half-carry a grown man.

"Tess! Where were you?! I heard a scream and-" Harry emerged upon seeing us, stopping as his eyes landed on the man I was half-carrying, half-dragging into the cave.

He dashed through the rain towards us, giving me a curious look and helping me drag the man the rest of the way in. He led him to sit on a rock, and then turned to me with an unreadable expression on his face.

My head throbbed and the room spun around me. I was so dehydrated and malnourished and cold. I just needed to rest.

I reached out in front of me, unconsciously grabbing Harry's shirt as the room continued to spin.

"Tess? Are you okay?" Harry said, sounding genuinely concerned for my well being.

I shook my head, closing my eyes tightly to try and stop the nauseating spinning. "I-I need to rest," I whispered.

I fell against Harry's firm chest, then felt his arms wrap tightly around me. I was carried somewhere, then set down gently. I was so exhausted; I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.

"Sleep, Tess," Harry murmured to me. "You need the rest."

He didn't have to ask me twice.

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