Checking over her shoulder, the girl continued to touch the wires to the generator. Her hands were shaking slightly, trying to keep her breathe calm as she heard a scream in the distance.
Meg jumped slightly when the door swung open. Truth be told, she was ready to run.
She tilted her head slightly, trying to see his face but unable to.
โYou have?โ She asked curiously, sitting down on the chair.
Blinking, Megan moves her hands to try to block the white blinding light that has passed.
Her head turns upward as she heard her name being announced.
โWhat the...โ she thought to herself, wrapping her arms around herself.
Then she headed towards the office.
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Meg made her way back to camp, shaking her head in disappointment. She rubbed the blood and dirt from her shoulder. The phantom pain still lingering.
What was there to do, anyway?
She understands that speed is not of the essence. Itโs reaching that finish line. Rather last but still breathing. She deludes whatever is out there as she glides through obstacles and fear, thus managing to stay alive.
She started to run. Maybe from something undefined that fueled her energy. So to run equaled life. But to run now might attract those beings that crave the pain of others. But as she runs from something, instead of towards it, she understands something.