liah

This Means War

I could feel my heart pounding harder and harder as I pushed myself to keep going. The weight of the supply bag was beginning to slow me down and all I could think of is if I couldn't make it. We were almost there. The cabins concealing the fence were right in front of us. All we had to do was get behind them, go through the bushes, and through the fence.
"Sam, turn left!" Just a few more seconds and we were there. We'd be free from all this nonsense. Just a few more seconds and we'd disappear. Those guys would have no clue where we went.

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"Hey, where are you going!?" I heard a gruff voice call out to us. I had no clue where or who it was coming from but it just made me run even faster than I already was. "Stop!" I heard him call again. "Gabriel, we've got two runners!" The man yelled. He was calling for backup. This wouldn't end well if we got caught or if they found out where we were going. We'd only been running for at least a minute. We were almost there.
"Sam, we have to hurry!" I called behind me. Sam was right on my heels, following close behind. I was anxious and scared of what was going to happen next. I just knew once we were beyond that fence, we were safe. That's where I wanted to be.

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I nodded, adjusting my backpack once more as I followed closely behind Sam. "I'm ready." I took a deep breath. My nerves were on edge and my heart was already pounding through my chest. I hoped no one would catch us. I hoped the rest of the group was already there, waiting on us so we could all officially leave. "Let's do this." I looked at Sam and took off, running as fast as my legs could take me.

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"If we run fast enough, we should make it in about two or three minutes. That's saying we don't stop for a small break or get stopped by someone else." I looked up at Sam then adjusted the back on my back. "If we break, it should take about five minutes." I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the sprint we were about to make. I'd probably burn my lungs out, but that would be better than staying in this crazy place.

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"Yeah... Finally." I said as we reached the exit doors. I hesitated before slowly pushing them open and peeking my head out. So far, the coast was clear. I scanned my eyes across the yard before fully opening the door, revealing us to the outdoors. The guards from earlier were gone. There was no one in sight. "Looks like its safe." I said with a smile. "We should make a run for it."

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"I found a lot actually." I said as we passed all the empty rooms and neared the exit doors. "A few inhalers, alcohol, cotton balls, bandages..." I drifted off. "The list goes on. We have enough to last us." I assured him. "And Glenda gave you enough supplies?" I asked, nodded towards the two bags he carried.

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"Alright. Let's do this." I nodded to Sam before looking back towards Glenda. "Thank you, Glenda. We really appreciate it." I smiled, walking back towards the door and into the hallway. "I can't thank you enough." I finished and she smiled. "You're welcome. Now hurry. Get out of here." She shooed us away. She didn't have to tell me twice. I knew we had to go. I had no clue how much time we had left. I could only hope the others had done there part and got everything they were supposed to. If not, we might not make it out there.

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Exiting the room, I roamed down the hallway Sam and I last saw one another. "Sam?" I said quietly. "I found some stuff." I peeked into the first room I saw, but there was no sign of him. Hopefully no one was in this building because if they heard me, I was dead meat. "Sam?" I called a little louder. Still no answer. I huffed, continuing further down the hall in search of him. Hopefully he was in Glenda's office. I knew he went to find her, but it was a slim chance she was even still here. "No, no. I couldn't." I heard a woman's voice echo down the hall. The rest of what she was saying was inaudible. I paused, biting my lip, nervous if I should go on or not. The pressure of getting caught was starting to weigh on me. But I decided to go anyway. After all, it could be Glenda and Sam. I followed the voice down the hall until I reached a white door that was wide open. I carefully looked inside the room, making sure that no one could see me. Inside was Glenda sitting at her desk and Sam facing her. He had to large black rucksacks in his hands. So I assumed she gave him some supplies. "I'm so glad I found you." I smiled as I walked through the door, relief lingering in my voice.

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I jogged over to the cabinet and sat on my knees, twisting the two silver handles and pulling the doors open. Inside the cabinet was full of everything we needed. Bandages, numbing medicine, needles, gauze, anything you could think of. "Thank God." I smiled, grabbing two inhalers that sat in a small bowl full of all sorts of things. I stuffed one in my pocket and took the cap off the other, taking a deep breath and spraying it. "That's better." I exhaled. I replaced the cap and stuffed that inhaler in my pocket as well. I carefully looked over all the supplies we might need before neatly placing them in my bag, careful not to break or accidentally open anything. I only grabbed the essentials, knowing a heavy bag could slow us down. Once I was done I zipped up, closed the cabinets and made sure it looked like I never touched anything. The place was perfect and looked exactly like it did when I found it. The only difference would be the inside of the cabinet, seeing as I took a few things. But I doubted anyone would notice. Next on the agenda for me was to find Sam. Hopefully he'd found Glenda and more supplies. Once that was done, we could meet up with everyone and hit the road... That is if everything continued to go according to plan.

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The amount of supplies I grabbed wasn't enough. We still needed more and I needed to find an inhaler around this place. I took a deep breath and leaned against the hallway wall. I needed to think. I wasn't sure where to look and even though I'd only checked one room, I was feeling overwhelmed. I wasn't sure what rooms to look in or if they even left any medical supplies behind. Why would they leave things to a camp they were about to ransack? After standing there for a few minutes, I straightened up and adjusted the bag on my back. I walked just a few feet over and peeked into the room next door, scanning the place before actually walking in. There were four or five empty beds and two small computers pushed into the corners of the room. It smelled like a hospital which made me wrinkle my nose. I wasn't very fond of that hospital/chemical smell. I shrugged it off and began to look around. There wasn't much in the room that caught my eye until I spotted a small, white cabinet with a red cross on the front of it. "Jackpot." I smiled, knowing I'd found exactly what we needed.