Wrecked

The girl that is in charge

"Don't give in now, we're almost there Cara." I shifted my hands around to get a better grip on her stretcher. I held the front right with Vincent on the back with Mason whilst Emmet was holding up the other front. Caila was on Cara's side, occasionally relieving either of the boys who needed a break.

Together Vincent and Mason were managing to the do the job of one man- neither of them having both hands to support the stretcher with made it difficult.

I was strong, I knew that, and so was Emmet- and Cara was tiny but we were running.

We'd run the entire way, stopping only ever hour to get some water and recover. Caila had been running and taking down the red bands, I wanted to tell her to stop- that Jesse wouldn't be able to find his way home. But there was another person out there that could follow us, and that person was extremely dangerous.

Cara was screaming out in pain, the pain meds that we had been shovelling in her had finally run out. I'd left 98% of what we still had with Rukma- only giving each group a small portion and our group had been no exception. I regretted that now.

Except when I heard Jesse's voice in my mind- waste of resources. I pushed that thought away, the petite blondes screams and pushing my legs harder the only things that I had time to focus on.

"Shut her up." Emmet barked, his words coming out in heavy pants. He reached his right arm down to wipe the sweet that had formed off from his hand. His muscles were bulging threw his tight shirt but I could see his grip beginning to weaken.

He may have been harsh but he had a point, we didn't need the wrong people hearing us- we couldn't have them find out base. I could see Caila out of the corner of my eyes trying to calm her, placing a rag into her mouth to bite onto instead of screaming. Smart.

A quick glance over my shoulder I could see the two boys struggling. Mason was pale behind all the sweet, which contrasted with the fierce determination in his eyes. His muscles were deceiving; he had the build of a thin computer hacker yet he was pulling as much weight as Vincent- the recognisably toned guy. I guess Interpol had trained him in more than just hacking the bad guys.

Vincent was much the same, so determined to continue but I could also see in his eyes how frustrated he was over his inability to do more.

We'd lasted so well we couldn't lose it now. I recognised a large collection of yellow flowers that I'd noticed on the first day. Right when we'd started walking we'd seen these flowers and Vincent had made a terrible joke.

We were so close.

"Come on guys, everything we've got and then you can all have a real nights sleep." I breathed heavily, barely able to finish my sentence before my breath threatened to huff out completely.

We struggled to manoeuvre over and around branches and rocks, having a body between us making this anything but easy. We struggled to push out legs to continue, to tell our arms not to give in- that we were almost there.

It almost felt like we weren't getting anywhere, like no matter how hard we pushed ourselves we weren't going to make it.

Until all at once, we made it.

Cara's stretcher was placed onto the soft sand and I watched Mason fell to the ground- his chest heaving as his gasped for air. Vincent squatted down, his hands on his knees trying to calm himself down. Caila was on her knees next to Cara, attempted to catch her breath too. Emmet raised his hands over his head, shaking out his arms and taking in deep breaths.

Deep breaths, that always helped me. I managed to get in a few deep breaths before my body took off into a run again. I needed the med for Cara.

Everyone was already running our way, the rest of the survivors calling out our names and rushing to our side. I heard a soft voice call out for Jesse and my heart sunk. But there was no time for that.