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This Means War

"I hope not." I watched Sam take the maps out from the bag and lay them on the table. "Let's see what we've got here." I looked over the maps for a few minutes, comparing and trying to match them up. Or find differences. After a while, I could swear my eyes were going to go crossed from starring at them so long.
"This one looks like a more updated version of the map we found here." I pointed to the map furthest to the left of me. "I can't seem to read it very well though."

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"Thanks, I'm glad to be up." I gave Nina a small smile before she walked off to follow Joe. I turned to see Em take a seat on the floor close to Spencer. She leaned her head on the couch and closed her eyes for a nap. Spencer continued on with his book, taking almost no notice to his sister.
"So." I rested my hands down on the table. "What should we do next? Do you think these maps are going to be of any use to us?" I paused, looking them over. "We have some maps of our own that we took from the base right? Sam, it might be a good idea to compare them? That is, if we actually have them. I don't really remember."

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"You're right, Nina." Em ran a hand through her hair and sighed. "We get some rest and figure it all out tomorrow. Plus, the longer we're here, the quicker that leg of hers can heal up." Em nodded towards me.
"Fine. Good." Spencer walked away from the table with his book in hand. He returned to his spot on the half-ruined couch and continued where he left off reading.
I felt so awkward around everyone. They were for the most part, planning around me and my current situation. I felt bad but I couldn't help it.
"And I'm going to go back on the porch. I can't breathe in here." Joe took off towards the door, plopping down on the old wooden floorboards with a thud.

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"If we make it there and everything is okay, we can send someone to come and pick you guys up." Joe wiped his nose with his forearm. "And if something happens to us I can shoot this up in the air." Joe dug through one of the many bags we'd brought along with us and pulled out a flare gun. "If you see the flare, that means something bad happened or is about to happen and to get out of this cabin. If we run into Jaxlor's and they see the flare, they'll know we're signaling someone else out there. They'll come looking for you." Joe sneezed a few times before taking a deep breath and continuing on. "If we leave in the morning, you can give us until nightfall. If no one comes for you by the next day, then we didn't get a chance to signal you and we've got our asses kicked." He paused. "We're kind of screwed either way. Might as well take a chance right? If we're good, you're good. If we're not-" Joe took a few quick breaths, preparing to sneeze, but it went away. "Then you run." He finished.

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I thanked Em for the water and took a few sips. Nina explained what she thought the maps might lead to, but I was unsure where it might actually lead us.
"Well-" I chimed in. "Do you think it's a good idea to go there? To the building or whatever it is. I mean, what if it's nothing. What if whatever it is doesn't exist anymore. Then we're just stuck and out of luck."
"I think it's worth a shot. If it's nothing, then we keep moving. If it's something, then we're good." Joe shrugged his shoulders.
"But what if that something is bad." Spencer shot Joe a look. Joe ignored him.
"Looks guys. The best thing we can do is go check it out. If we sit here, I'm going to die from sneezing. Or worse, the Jaxlor's will find us and capture or kill us. We don't really have to many options here." Joe was adamant about leaving this place. I didn't blame him. It was old and dirty and full of creepy crawlers.
"Okay, but what about Daisy! We can't just keep drugging her up every time we need to go somewhere. She's going to end up overdosing!" Spencer yelled at Joe and everyone grew quiet, including me.

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"Sweet, thanks. I really appreciate it." I said as we cautiously made our way to the others. Every step I took was a step filled with pain, but I restrained from making that audible.
"Welcome back to the living, Sleeping Beauty." Joe said as Sam helped me take a seat at the table.
"Wouldn't have made it this far without you. Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. Honestly." I said and Joe nodded.
"No problem. My arms got a good workout from it." He joked, then turned his head to sneeze. "Tell them-" sneeze "the plan." sneeze.

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"Yeah, that'd be great." I gave him a small smile. "Plus, it's disgusting in here. I can't believe I'm in this dusty old bed." I carefully began to shift my legs, starting off with swinging my uninjured leg over the side of the bed. Next, I grabbed my bad leg and slowly moved it until I could safely plant my feet on the ground. "Could you help me stand up?" I asked, a little afraid of how standing up might feel.

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"Lord of the Flies." I repeated. "Yeah, I read that book once. It's a bunch of kids stuck on an island. Then they start killing each other. They're at war... Or something like that." I tried to remember. "Good book." I nodded.

"I think I found something!" Nina called from the other room. "Or figured something out." The ruffling of the maps could be heard as she gathered them together. "Doesn't look like we're too far from another base. Maybe about 20 miles from the next base. That is, if I'm correct." She huffed. Joe started sneezing again so I assumed he came back inside the cabin. Probably to take a look at the maps.

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"So that's whose been sneezing." I whispered to myself. "Well I bet I could figure those maps out. Or maybe give it a try. An extra set of eyes on those things wouldn't hurt. After all, we're kind of sitting ducks until the rain stops. Something to do besides sitting on my ass for the rest of the day would be nice." I admitted. "Oh. And are we hidden well? This cabin we're in?"

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"Decent sleep." I replied. "I don't really remember falling asleep. Or too much before that." I sighed, mostly from still being tired. Tired of being immobile and just... Tired. I wanted to get up and walk out of here. I hated being the one slowing everyone down. "How're you feeling?" I asked in return. "I'm pretty sure the walk here was tedious." I looked up, my eyes meeting Sam's for a moment."And maps? Are you sure they're maps of the land we're on or is it just a guess?" I asked curiously.