Calum's POV
My chest is falling up and down at an extremely fast pace, my back against a tree. When Luke and I heard the gunshot, we ran for our lives. We ran harder than we had been running before.
Now we are in the middle of the woods, everything silent except for our breathing that we try to keep quiet. Both of us are leaning against a tree, giving ourselves a short break before we start running again.
"Can you hear anything?" Luke asks, his voice barely audible.
"No." I respond just as quietly.
"We should start running again."
"Which direction do think is best?" I ask. Every direction in this forest seems to just go on and on. Never ending trees and bushes that are so dense it's hard to see 6 feet in front of us.
"Your guess is as good as mine."
He's right so I just give a nod in his direction, telling him to go ahead and start running again. He starts slow at first and I follow closely behind him. We jump over fallen trees and run through huge bushes, trying to get away from the two men currently hunting us.
I can feel myself getting cut up from the stray branches I'm running through but I ignore it, I have bigger problems. Blood, dirt and bruises cover my body and I can feel swear dripping down my forehead.
Luke and I pick up our pace, running fast but it seems useless. We've ran so much but we haven't gotten anywhere. With each step we take, the scenery looks the same as before. Just endless nature.
All of a sudden Luke stops and he puts out an arm to stop me as well. A horrendous smell fills my nose and I gag.
"What the hell is that?" I cover my nose with my hand.
Luke covers his nose as well but just points down into the hole we stopped in front of.
The hole isn't very big, maybe 4 feet deep. It's pretty wide though and when I look down into it I figure out what the awful stench is. Bodies. Bodies just piled up in the whole. Some are old, you can tell because they're just bones. Others seem newer, the flesh still attached and in the process of rotting.
"Oh my god." I groan.
"How many people come in here?" Luke asks in disbelief. We know some people had came in here before from Ashton's story but this pile contains a lot more bodies than the people in his story.
"I don't know." I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "But we have to keep moving."
We quickly make our way around the hole, gripping the trees on the sides to make sure we don't fall in. When we get around it we continue running in the same direction.
Running gets boring after a while. It's the same thing happening non stop. Branches whipping my skin, my body bumping into trees, the scenery never changing, my feet aching. Nothing ever changes.
I look over to Luke as we run and he has an emotionless expression on his face, probably the same I do. His face is red from running and he's filthy as well. I can hear his heavy breathing and occasional grunts when a branch whips him.
This continues for who knows how long until I hear something.
"Stop." I tell Luke.
"What?" He asks out of breath.
"Listen." I tell him and we're both silent so I can identify the sound. Running water. "I hear water."
"Water?"
"Yea, water. Like a river or something." I get excited. "Follow me."
We walk towards the sound of the running water until we see a huge stream. It's really wide and seems fairly deep, the water in it is running at a wildly fast pace.
