A/N: I've made new and improved covers for this book and the previous one (also for the NEXT one) but I'm going to wait and update them when I post the third one, JUST TO TEASE YOU.
They ran for an hour, turning around and checking every minute or so to see if anybody had followed them. Nobody had. It was weirding Trace out; she'd expected them all to come running out after her. It was almost scarier that nothing had happened.
By that point, the sun was much lower in the sky, and Trace knew it wouldn't be long before they were in complete darkness.
"Do you think we're safe now?" Rose asked.
"I think so. Unless they can run really fast. Or jump really far."
"Or they have a car?"
"That too."
They slowed to a stop and caught their breath. Trace was still paranoid that the Corpse Collectors would come after them, but she had to worry about getting to the Safe Haven now. That was the goal. She'd deal with anything else as it came to her.
"We're gonna have to sleep here, aren't we?" Rose asked, glaring at the ground as if it had personally offended her. Trace didn't blame her; it didn't exactly look comfortable. Still, the others managed to do it in both the books and film, so why couldn't she? Trace had actually spotted a small building- another shed, perhaps- in the distance, but there was no way they'd make it there before dark. There was no point walking that far just to get an even smaller amount of sleep tonight.
"I think so," said Trace. "Guess we better start making our beds."
"What?" Rose queried.There was nothing around for miles. Every plant that had once been living was now shrivelled to a crisp. There was nothing to make a bed out of.
Trace, however, squatted down pulled her knife out of her pocket, wiping the remaining blood onto the dirt. Then she began carving something into the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see."
Trace kept carving, drawing two rectangles beside each other. Then she stood up and walked around them, carving out a large square, big enough to fit someone lying down.
"Oh," Rose exclaimed, once she finally understood. "You're drawing a bed."
Trace smiled as she began drawing a nightstand on her side. "Not just any bed," she said. "A magic one. Once we try to sleep on it, we'll be magically energised and ready for tomorrow."
Rose scoffed. "Magic isn't real, doofus." She rolled her eyes.
"Who are you calling doofus? Call me that again and you'll be sleeping on the floor!"
Rose raised her eyebrows, blinked once and folded her arms across her chest. "So I'll be sleeping there?" she asked, pointing to the 'bed'.
"Well, aren't you a sassy little sandwich today? I told you; it's a magic bed. Call me doofus again and you won't get to sleep on it."
Rose smirked. "Doofus."
"Right!" Trace yelled, mockingly. "That is it! I've had enough of your attitude, young lady! Have fun sleeping on the floor tonight. Hopefully you can use the time you spend awake to think about what you've done."
Rose just smirked again. "Fine," she said. Then she walked over to another plot of land and pulled out her own knife. She squatted down and began drawing in the dust, just the way Trace had.
Trace waited for a minute to see what she was doing. Then it clicked.
"You can't just draw another magic bed!" she exclaimed. "That's cheating!"
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Subject A250: The Flame (COMPLETED)
Fanfiction--Book two in the Subject A250 series-- She took the Grievers down. She survived the maze. She knows the story is far from over. So, how will she fare in the Scorch?
