The copter left the crystal water and past murky water surrounding a island in the middle of the lake. We past crocodiles sunning themselves and now we're flying over tree tops. I see farther on a fence towers over the green tops and I gulp. THe rumors of this place aren't so good. Sector 30 is the most mysterious of all sectors. And for some reason, my gut tells me,
I don't want to go inside that fence.
I look down at the forest flying under me. I chew my lip, pulling my sleeping feet off the runner. They lightly brush the tops, but not enough to knock me off. I take a breath, in through my nose out through me mouth.
"1....2....3!" I let go of the runner entirely and the wind playing with my bottom of my tee.
In less then a second I'm crashing onto a tree. The bark and leaves leave my skin scabbed and itchy. I scramble down and take in my surrounding. A similar forest to the one in sector 15 encases me in shadows. I make sure my footsteps are light on the ground and I'm pretty sure I'm deaf in one ear. So I could be trampling around like a hippo and I wouldn't notice. I still have my backpack and surprisingly it's not soaked. I look around trying to find the direction of the fence. I hear steps and I whirl around, peering into the shadows.
Nothing there.
Something wraps around from behind and tightens a grip on my mouth, holding in my scream. I hear a smack and resounding pain pounds through my head. I crumple into something and my vision darkens.
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Sector 30
Teen FictionHe shakily tries to wipe them away but doesn't have the strength left in him, which makes me cry more. "Keep running Thorunn, always run" he whispers to me and I barely hear it but nod. Then I whisper something I rarely called him. "Goodbye Dad" "...