Escape, a New Life (6 page)

THEY PARTED WAYS with Robert early in the morning after a filling breakfast consisting of biscuits and stew.  The stew was the same as it was yesterday.  It was delicious considering the circumstance.  Robert had made the biscuits from grain he grew on the side of the hill, wild honey, and water.  They were dense, grainy, and a bit smoky having been cooked by the fire, but that did not matter.  They were sweet and delicious to their starved palates. 

He insisted that they take a heaping bag of fresh vegetables from his garden
, and all of the leftover biscuits.  On his advice, they hiked down the side of the mountain that faced the island in the distance, which was their ultimate destination.  He assured them that their former captors had a very permanent camp set up on the other side of the mountain, and should not be a problem for them.

Abby stood on the white sand beach and looked out over the blue water to the island in the distance.  Neither one of them had any experience building something that
could float.  They debated for quite some time what to do about their situation.

“I think it looks closer than it is,” Eric said.

Abby countered, “How far could it possibly be?  I went to St. Thomas over Spring break a couple years ago.  The island next door was four miles away and only took about 20 minutes to get to on a boat.  This one doesn’t look much further than that one did.”

“
I’ll tell you, it’s a lot further than four miles.  Two or three times that at least.  Plus we don’t have a boat or anything to build a sail with, for that matter.  We’ll be paddling the whole way, so I’d forget about that twenty minutes.”

“
Obviously.  But you agree though, right?  Let’s go for it?”

“What’s our option?  Hang out here?  I’d rather not spend the rest of my life waiting for some crazy guy with a beard to snatch us up again.”

“Agreed.”

They decided they would build the smallest raft they could
.  Something they could sit on comfortably, but be big enough to lie on if they had to rest.  Abby would construct a couple of paddles, and they would go for it.  They were already tired from the hike that morning, and still had to gather wood and vines before trying to lash together something that would float.  They were not getting anywhere today.  In all likelihood, they were stuck here at least for a couple more days.

Eric went hunting for wood
to build their raft with, while Abby worked on constructing a simple shelter for them.  Abby was hesitant about splitting up, but Eric reminded her that Robert said they would be OK on this side of the island, and he promised not to wander too far.  Reluctantly she watched him walk out into the trees.  She got right to work on making their shelter using branches and materials from the trees right at the forest edge, hoping the distraction would ease her uncertainty. 

After a handful of failed attempts, s
he finally got a support log to hold in the crook of a tall tree that had split into a Y shape.  She used vines to lash the large support log into place, and then began laying smaller branches against it for the walls of a lean-to shelter.  The blue skies did not look like rain, but she piled so many branches and leaves on top of their little shelter that it looked as though it could withstand a monsoon and keep them dry inside.

Abby did not have the benefit of a watch, but the entire process must have taken a couple of hours.  She had become so wrapped up in it that she had forgotten where Eric was.  She wondered what was taking him so long and thought about going to look for him, but figured she would give it just a little while longer.  No doubt she would find him and he would poke fun at her for being worried.

She gathered some rocks and made a little fire pit near the entrance.  Afterward, she collected some wood and kindling to build a fire later and keep them warm overnight.  While she did not have a way to tell the time, the sun was getting low, and she was approaching full-blown panic over the fact that Eric had yet to return.  It had been at least four hours since she had started on the shelter, and she had not seen any sign of him.

Going into the trees a few dozen
yards, she took a big drink of water and refilled the solar bag purifier Robert had given them.  She looked around, standing perfectly still, listening to the sounds around her.  She did not hear any indication that Eric was nearby.

She went back to their makeshift camp, set the solar bag in the sun, and checked that
her knife was securely strapped to her right thigh.  Thoughts of Eric being snatched again played through her mind.  They never discussed how long he would be gone, but it had been most of the afternoon by now.  After pacing the beach for a while, she could not stand to wait any longer.  The sun would be going down in the next couple of hours.  She had to go look for him. 

Going into the trees, Abby was
tempted to call out for him, but she abandoned that idea when she remembered that there could be other people out there – people she did not want to run into.  She worked her way back in the direction that they had come from when they had hiked down the mountain that morning.  She figured that would make the most sense.  If he followed that route, it would give him some sort of bearing on how to find his way back.  That is what she would have done anyway.

She spent the better part of the next hour searching in
vain.  Every ten yards or so, she would stop and listen for him.  Every rustling leaf or snapping twig made her jump.  She continued like this for nearly an hour.  The deeper she went into the trees, the less light there was filtering through, and the more on edge her nerves became.  Finally, she removed her knife from its sheath.  She continued forward with the knife held by her side, ready to strike. 

Eventually she had made her way several
miless through the trees, with no sign of Eric.  On the way, she had done a great deal of stopping and starting.  If she were to walk back at a normal pace, without stopping, she could be back to their camp before sundown.  After convincing herself that Eric would be at the camp waiting for her and worried that she was gone, she decided to head back.  There was no sense in being out here, lost in the dark, looking for him.  If he was not there when she got back, she would wait it out overnight and hike back up the mountain at dawn to enlist Robert’s assistance in the search.

“I won’t have to do that,” she told herself aloud
. “He’s going to be waiting for me when I get back.”

A women’s voice came from just behind her
. “Who’s that?”

Abby
nearly jumped out of her skin.  She spun, and held her knife straight out.  Standing ten feet away was a dirty, but beautiful, young woman.  Abby immediately looked at her hands. They were empty.  As she looked up toward the woman’s face, she could not decide what was more striking – how great her thick blond hair looked for being in the middle of nowhere, or her sky blue eyes. 

“Who are you?”  Abby demanded.

The woman held up her empty hands to emphasize that she meant to harm.  “It’s OK,” she tried to reassure Abby.

Locking eyes, they sized each other up
for several uncomfortable moments, until

Abby turned and
ran.  Assuming there were others around, she was not about to stand there and wait to have a bag thrown over her head again. 

The woman called after her, “Wait!”

Abby never broke stride, sprinting through the trees on the narrow path.  She could hear the woman trying to keep pace behind her, but Abby was sure that she was the faster of the two.  Continually scanning the trees ahead, she anticipated that someone else would jump out.  She ran like this for ten minutes, flat out, dodging trees and ducking low-lying branches.  The woman was still calling after her.  By the sound of her voice, Abby could tell that she was tired and falling behind. 

Glancing
over her shoulder, she confirmed that the woman was quite far behind.  Also, it seemed that they were alone, as there had been no sign of any of the others.  Surely she would not have made it this far if any of them were around.  Abby ducked behind a thick growth of ferns and pushed her hair out of her face, breathing heavily.  She waited half a minute until the woman came jogging by.  Jumping from her hiding place, she grabbed the woman by her thick hair and held the knife to her throat.

The woman
pleaded, “It’s OK, it’s OK.  I’m not here to hurt you.”

“OK
, my ass,” Abby said.  “Where are the rest of your people?”

“My people?”

“Yes, your people. The band of assholes that snatched us up a few days ago.  Those people.” 

The woman tried to nod, but Abby held her hair tight.  “You must have run into Tom.  That sounds like him.”

Abby studied the profile of the woman’s face.  She did not recognize her as one of the women by the fire, but she had to assume that there were more of them than she had seen that night.  “So you know this guy?”

The woman allowed herself a smile
. “You could say that.”

“So who the hell are you, and how do you know him?”

The woman swallowed hard. “My name is Sara.  Would you mind putting that knife down?”

“Actually, I would.”

“You’re new here.”

“How can you tell?”

“You have been here probably four or five days, no?”

Abby furrowed her brow
. “Yes, about five days, I think.”

“Well
, for one, your clothes are still in one piece.  That, and your hair is greasy.”

“There seems to be a shortage of showers around here,” Abby said wryly.

“Don’t worry. Give it another month and you won’t believe how good it looks.” Sara could see Abby was confused.  “When you wash your hair all the time, you strip out the natural oils, so you produce extra to compensate for that.  If you don’t wash your hair for a few days, it gets to look greasy.  After a few weeks though, you’ll stop overproducing those natural oils, and your hair will look amazing.”  Sara gave her a big smile, trying to relax, despite the knife against her throat.  “Trust me.”

H
er blond hair is gorgeous
, Abby thought,
so maybe she was onto something there
.  But it was going to take more than a beauty tip to win her over.  “How long have you been here?”

“
Eight or nine months I figure.”

Abby relaxed a bit and lowered the knife slightly.

Sara went on. “When you got here a few days ago, you woke up and had no idea where you were or how you got here.  You have been noticing changes in yourself. You feel healthier or stronger than you should.  There was also a man with you, about your age.  You found each other within a few minutes of waking up.  He also has no idea where this is, or how he came to be here.”

Tightening her grip, Abby pressed the blade against her flesh
. “How do you know that?  Where is he?”

Sara smiled innocently.  “I know because that’s exactly what happened to me.”

Abby’s heart sank.  “What?  Really?”

“Really.”

“What about…” She thought for a minute. “Tom?”

Sara
barely nodded, trying not to move with the knife pressed to her neck.

“What about him and his people
?”

She
let out a breath. “He is out of his mind, and so are the rest of them.”  She paused.  “Will you please relax with the knife?  I’m not here to hurt you, but you’re starting to hurt me.”

The knife had been pressed flat against Sara’s throat.  Had Abby tilted the knife on an angle, or Sara made a sudden move, it would slice through her jugular without difficulty. 
Abby relaxed the pressure and lowered the knife, keeping it ready in her hand by her side.  “Tell me about them.”

“Thanks,” Sara said, her eyes moving from the knife to meet Abby’s eyes. 

“Was Tom the man you woke up next to on the island?”

“
No.  When we got here, Tom was already here.  He said that he had been here a few months and would take care of us.”  She shook her head.

“Who
is we?”  Abby asked, “You said when
we
got here.”

“
Randy, the guy who arrived here with me.  When we got here, Tom was already here.  He seemed a little odd, but he knew his way around, so we followed his lead.  Anyway, some things went on that I was not OK with, but Randy was all in with whatever Tom was up to.  I decided I’d rather be on my own, so I took off one night, and I’ve managed to avoid them since.”  She shrugged her shoulders, “So here we are.”

Abby studied her face.  She was filthy, but you could see that she had beautiful features.  What
were left of her clothes did not do much to cover up her lean body. If she had a weapon on her, it had to be hidden some place very uncomfortable.  Her shorts looked like they used to be pants, but were torn off near the top of her thighs, and she donned a tight tank top that clung to her sweat-soaked skin, though it was so tight that it probably would cling to her regardless. 

Abby’s
eyes came back to her face.  There were two women sitting around the fire with Tom the night she and Eric had been taken.  One had her face slashed with the knife, the other one took off pretty quickly.  The only thing Abby could remember about her was her fire-red hair.  Sara was neither of them.