As I awakened to the soft sound of talking from the other members of the group, I slowly open my eyes, looking around at them all. I was still sleepy from the night however I shook off my drowsiness then started to count heads to make sure everyone was there.
Lucky this time the number was correct, no one was missing, no extra. Thank goodness.
I look over at Pocket, with a glance, he just gives me a small smile. For some reason, his smile felt less genuine.
We all packed up what little things we had and wait for the masked lady to open the doors. We wait for what seems like an hour or so. Nothing happens. We were nervous shaking almost. When all of a sudden there was a small tap at the door, followed by a paper note that was slid under the door.
The note read: 'Children no matter what don't make noises. There are hunters here.'
I didn't want to panic the others however they needed to be quiet. I turn to them and put my finger to my mouth, as if to say be quiet. All of them fall silent and we started to hear voices from the halls.
The voices were muffled, however, we managed to make out a few sounds and words.
"Where is.....ch..d..." One voice says, sounding irritated.
"We know you have them," another voice says, this time a woman's. She sounded calm but stern, it was scary.
We heard some noise from below. Crack!! Bang!! Scrape!! Silence fell. Then just the sounds of firewood cracking in our room. We heard a door slam. A few minutes later the mechanical lady comes and opens the door.
The lady looked sad but thankful that we were quiet. The lady then asks us to follow her, beckoning us in the direction of the hall. We all follow her nervously, scared of what we might see.
When we all walked into the dining hall, we look around. We saw that some of the chairs were out of place. One was even broken, another had red markings on it that looked like blood. We then come face to face with the master of the house, who was still as grumpy as when we had first met him.
"I'm afraid you children are no longer safe here, you must leave at once, with haste before you are discovered," He tells us in a rushed, yet formal way as to sound cold.
I explain that we understand and are extremely grateful to both him and his wife. He raised his brow at first, then just leads us to the door. On our way out the masked lady hands us a bag of food and medical supplies. She wished us luck, explaining she was sad to see us go.
We thank them both again then went on our way. I wonder where we are heading this time, I think to myself. I just hope that it's somewhere safe.
To be continued...