All I had were my thoughts to pass the time. They brought me no sense of comfort whatsoever. All I kept thinking about was how Alex had said to wait here until I knew it was safe, but he’d never mentioned anything about him coming back. So what did that mean…that he wasn’t coming back?
I was so going to throw up.
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Plus, I wasn’t exactly sure how I was supposed to know when it was safe enough for me to come out. So I did the only thing I could think of. I waited until I felt like I was going to burst—until I couldn’t take it any longer—and then I made up my mind that it was time to step out from behind that divider.
I crept to the edge of it, my adrenaline hounding at such a rate that it just about knocked me to the ground. I paused, taking a deep breath, and …1…2…Bam!The lights flipped on. And before I even had time to react, fog was swirling all around me. I panicked. What was I supposed to do?
Holding my breath, I backed away from the edge of the divider. Logically, the best thing to do would be to stay calm, analyze the situation, and make a plan. But how the heck was I supposed to stay calm when there was fog everywhere, clouding everything, including the rational part of my brain. So 390/695
instead, I freaked and jumped out from behind the divider, preparing to run. I quickly realized, though, just how big of a mistake I’d made. I couldn’t see anything but fog. It was like being in a haunted house on Hal-loween. The only thing missing was the strobe lights.
Okay, okay, think.I searched the room for any sign of yellow eyes. In my nightmares and on the bus, even through the fog, I’d been able to see the piercing glow of the Death Walkers’ eyes. When I didn’t see any sign of them, it opened up a tiny glimpse of hope, and I bolted in the direction of what I prayed was the door. Bumping my knee on the dresser and catching the tip of my shoe on the leg of the bed, I at last touched the wall with the palm of hand. I felt around for the door, the chill of the fog seeping into my bones.
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charged through me. I reached for where I thought the doorknob should be, but instead of touching metal, my fingers touched fabric.
Ice-cold fabric. I looked up and found a pair of glowing, soulless eyes staring down at me.
I was so dead.
I gaped at the murderously hungry monster, frozen with terror, unable to move. Its eyes burned into me like they were trying to burn into my soul. I needed to go. I needed to move away from it. I willed my legs to move and staggered backward until the backs of my legs pressed into the side of the bed. I skittered around it and inched back in-to farthest corner, putting as much distance as I could between me and the Death Walker.
The fog opened up, creating a hollow tunnel between the Death Walker and me. I waited for it to charge, but it didn’t move, instead towering in the doorway, its eyes blazing yellow from beneath its black hooded, ankle-length cloak. It was the first time I’d 392/695
ever seen one up close, and I instantly wished I could erase the sight from my mind.
It’s long, bony fingers stuck out from the sleeves of its cloak. The corpse-like skin that covered its hands almost made me gag. Its face looked like it was rotting; the flesh peel-ing away, revealing bits of raw muscles and jagged bones.
I pressed my back against the wall, wanting to get as far away as I could from the hideous thing. I let out a shiver, longing to disappear, wishing to be anywhere else but here.
The Death Walker’s eyes fired up to a bright gold, and it opened its mouth and let out a screech that sounded like a dying animal.
Then it charged.
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run. I was such a goner. There was nothing I could do but wait for it to kill me.
Trembling with fear, I sank to the floor, catching one last glimpse of those haunting yellow eyes before I closed my own. I hugged my knees to my chest and waited for the cold to suck the life out of me. This was it. This was the end of me.
I wished I’d been able to live a less lonely life.
A loud bang, followed by a shriek, and then something fell, hitting the floor with a heavy thud.
Buzzing filled my head as I cracked open my eyelids. I let out a gasp. Sprawled out on the floor, just in front of my feet, was the Death Walker, either unconscious or dead. I couldn’t tell for sure since it looked dead even when it was alive.
“Gemma, are you okay?”
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the desert air, and I swallowed hard, trying to hydrate it enough so I could form some sort of words. “Yeah.”
Alex hopped over the body of the Death Walker and extended his hand out to me. I took it, catching my breath at the sight of the bluish-purple shade my skin had taken on.
“Don’t panic.” Alex wrapped his hand around mine and pulled me to my feet. His skin was so warm it practically burned against my overly chilled skin. He kept a hold of my hand and began rubbing it in attempt to create friction and bring warmth.
Then he took my other hand, pressed my palms together, and cupped his hands around mine.
“It’ll be okay,” he said and breathed on my hands, deluging my skin with warmth.
“Why does it always happen to my hands?” I asked, my body shaking from the cold that still lingered in the air. Or maybe it was from my nerves.
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“It’s where you lose your circulation first,” Alex explained with another breath.
“The Death Walkers cold works the same way as the normal cold air does. It starts at your fingers and toes, and works its way up.
The only difference is theirs works much quicker.”
“Toes?” I flitted a glance down at my DC’s, frightened at the idea of what was in them. Purple and blue toes? Toes that would need to be amputated? I’d heard about people losing their toes from the cold back in Afton, after they’d gotten lost somewhere while snowmobiling or snowboarding.
I really wanted to keep my toes.
“You’ll be fine,” Alex assured me. “Let’s just get you to the car.” He breathed one last breath on my hands, and then let them go.
Then he yanked out something that was stuck in the Death Walkers back. It was the Sword of Immortality. The jagged blade was 396/695
covered in sticky black goo—the Death Walkers blood, I assumed.
“Where did you get that?” I asked.
“Laylen and Aislin. Their pulling the car around right now so we can get out of here.” He wiped the blade on the cloak of the Death Walker, cleaning off the goo. Then he held out his hand to me. “Come on.” I took his hand, trying to ignore the flutter his touch caused my heart to do. “What about the other Death Walkers?”
“They’re dead.”
I tried my best not to look at the foul creature as I stepped over its body, but I still caught a hint of its rotting face and felt my stomach churn. “You killed all of them?”
“There were only two.” He pulled me toward the door. “And this,” he lifted the sword into the air, “makes killing them easy.” I followed Alex down the hall, my legs shaking the whole time. I think I’d enter some kind of state of shock or something.
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My body felt numb and strange, and the way the world swayed in beautiful bright colors and shapes couldn’t have been normal. To be honest, I barely remember making it to the car. But somehow, a little while later, I was sitting in the back seat of Laylen’s GTO with the warmth of the heater blasting across my skin, and the sound of tires screeching as we peeled away from the Black Dungeon.
Chapter 20
There was something wrong with my head. It wasn’t like anything had physically broken, more like I’d mentally cracked.
Whether it was from the shock of barely escaping my death, or the last few hours finally catching up with me, I didn’t know. But for whatever reason, I couldn’t seem to focus.