"Bethany!" Abby's scream returned in the woods. When I watched her struggle against Aiden's restrictions, tears burned my eyes. "Bethany!" I knew Aiden would protect her. The always practical and always stoic Aiden will save Abby because he knows that I have no hope.
Then another light came out. When it illuminated the woods, a moan of despair tore my heart. My brothers and sisters cannot escape either. They are trapped just like us.
I fell into despair and did not immediately hear the burning sound of the forest. It crossed the beach and returned to the night sky. Then, the sound pierced my fuzzy and contorted mind. I took a sharp breath, and my mouth was full of salty sand, but I didn't care, because gunshots kept ringing on the beach. There are more gunshots than our weapon supply can achieve.
I raised my head, cowering to face the dense light shè from the woods. This is not another ship, but something completely different. Cade froze on top of me, his muscles were tight and stiff, as if they were surrounding me. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me up. "Get down!"
I bent down and struggling through the sifted sand under my feet. Except for gunshots and lights, I can hardly see or hear anything. Cade tripped while catching me. For a moment, I didn't understand what happened, Cade was always so elegant, so sure. At this time I felt the rough rope pulling still tied us together.
When I was violently pulled back and fell to the ground, I yelled. My fingers were holding on to the beach in vain, but there was nothing to hold me, nothing to stop me from pushing backwards violently. I turned around and found in horror that Cade had already left half the ground. One of them was wrapped around his waist and dragged him into the air, towards death.
There was a scream in my throat. I lunged at him and tried to grab his hand, and we were pulled back. My heart is pounding, I no longer care about my life, but care about him. Another tentacle snaked towards me, but Cade somehow turned around and knocked it away. I was dragged forward roughly, left the ground, and stood up again awkwardly. I stumbled to find Cade again, but he was getting farther and farther away from me.
"Cade!" I screamed. I turned forward abruptly, then fell face down on the beach, the rope connecting us was tightened. I held my breath, barely seeing the stars twinkling before my eyes. I tried my best to figure out what I was thinking, and at the same time struggled to catch my breath.
I was dragged to the shore by the rope that bound us. Somehow, I turned over again. Grabbing the rope, I tried to dig my feet in, trying to get some leverage as I tried to keep Cade away from me. When the rope ran across my palm, my hand caught fire, but I refused to let it go.
My feet touched the water, and I was submerged to my knees. When my eyes met Cade's eyes, I felt a thrilling frustration. "Cade." His name is just a whisper on my mouth, a breath that I can hardly hear, but I know him somehow.
When Cade cut the rope, I was pulled up again.
A painful scream rushed to my chest, tearing me apart. "No!" I cried when I fell into the sea. I scrambled to stand up and plunged into the waves, trying to catch up with Cade before he disappeared.
""Do not! Quack!"
I was so focused on him that I didn't see other tentacles attacking me until it knocked me to the ground.
I don't know what happened afterwards. Grabbing me with both hands, pulling me out of the waves, they took me somewhere. I was not treated roughly, but the hurried appearance of my hands was disturbing and frightening. I don't know anything, I don't know where I am. Time came and went in and out in the flickering blur, disorienting me and bewildered.
Sometimes I am convinced that no time has passed, sometimes I feel as if eternity has passed. However, through all this, I am strongly aware of a fact and a fact itself... ...
Cade was gone.
He cut the rope. He was taken away by those terrible creatures. he's gone. He may be dead.
In those moments of complete sobriety, the pain of losing him is so intense that it consumes all the strength and makes people weak. Suffering will flash past me, it will scorch me with its intensity, and I will once again be lost in the world of jīng gods and denials.
Then, one day, I woke up. I want to return to the state of forgetfulness, lost in the world of jīng godly mistakes and denial, but I can't do it. I must face reality. I can't simply curl up into a ball and die like the part of my body I have longed for. My heart is like a broken blood vessel, it can only pump blood into my blood vessel. But it continued to pump blood, and I continued to breathe, obviously the earth was still rotating. It's time to rejoin.
I found myself in a small room, a room I didn't recognize. I stared at the dirty white walls and gray concrete floor, the electric fan on the ceiling was spinning leisurely above my head, frowning. I was lying on a metal table, but there was a thin mattress on the table.
What's up
I sat up cautiously and frowned when I swung my legs across the ship's rail. The pain spread along my left leg, through my hips and waist. I didn't recognize the shirt I was wearing, and the lost sweatshirt is definitely not mine. I carefully pulled up my shirt, my mouth drooping, because there was a red wound on my skin, and I had a few stitches. I took off my pants and saw a bandage covering my hips and upper thighs. I was not surprised.
what happened
When I tried to think about the answer to this question, my eyebrows frowned, but the question and my position completely avoided me.
I gathered up the courage and slid off the table. When my feet fell on the floor, I cringed, but I was able to support my weight. I walked barefoot to the closed door, and the floor under my feet was cool. I bit my lip, I was worried about what I might find on the other side, but I had no choice. I know Cade is gone, but what about my family? I must find them, they may need my help.
Although it's obvious, I definitely can't help much lately.
My hand trembled on the knob, holding my breath when I opened it. I put my gaze on the crack and stared at an empty hall. My forehead was wrinkled because I tried to stretch something in front of me, but I couldn't do it. I dragged my foot forward, through several closed doors, and then came across a door that was half open. When I opened the iron door carefully, the iron was cold under my hands.
A scream pierced my throat, and my chest was so tight that I could barely breathe. I have seen many terrible things in my life, but this must be one of the worst.
"you're awake."
When I turned to the voice on my right, I jumped up and stumbled. My breath is short, and my hands fly to my wound instinctively. This sudden movement stimulates me. I bent down to pant, sweating on my forehead. It took me a minute to regain control and stand up to face the man.
It's not a monster by my side, or at least he looks completely human, but after what I just saw, I'm not sure if I can still trust my own eyes. Aliens seem to be humans too, am I caught? Before I could speak, I swallowed the copper smell in my mouth. "Yes."
I don't know why I want to answer, obviously I am awake. After all I am standing here. "how do you feel?"
I looked at the tall man carefully, watching what happened. He looks thirty-five or six years old. His curly brown hair is slightly gray at the sideburns, and his gray eyes are large behind the horny-frame glasses he wears. He looked friendly and even decent, but facing the things in the room, I couldn't even start to feel at ease.
"Okay," I replied, and couldn't help but glance at the door.
"You are badly hurt."
"My brothers and sisters?"
"They just went upstairs to eat. They have been sitting next to you for the past week. "I haven't had a job for a week? "They feel relieved when they see you get up."
I was relieved when I saw them, what was going on here. "Where am I?"
He gave me a sad, empathetic smile. "A lobster warehouse in Wareham."
"Alien?" My eyes couldn't help but looked at the door next to me.
"They haven't found us yet."
I heard the unspoken "however" at the end of his sentence. In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore. "What happened there?" I asked.
He raised his eyebrows, then his eyes returned to the door. "Oh. We want to know what caused the freezing." His nonchalant answer made me frown. "come over."
When he opened the door and revealed the fear in my heart again, I flinched. He quickly walked into the room, apparently immune to the terrible things inside. I have been lingering at the door, not ready to go in yet. There are rows of people in the room. As far as I know, there are at least twenty people. They are all frozen in different positions, all trapped in their own bodies. Although I know this is not true, when I walk into the room hesitantly, I feel their eyes follow me.
"Are they still alive?" I finally couldn't help but jailed.
He glanced back at me when he walked past a child. a child. Of course, I know the children have been affected. I have seen them before, but not so close. The young girl, her brown hair tied into a ponytail, her head leaned back, her little hand stretched out to something that didn't exist, tearing my heart apart. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)