Page 23 of No Escape

Chapter Eight

A few hours later, exhausted, starving and stumbling along behind Clint in a zombie like state, Sarah was convinced he was trying to kill her himself. The fruit she’d wolfed down earlier wasn’t enough to sustain the energy she was exerting. She didn’t realize she was in such bad shape. Her weekly workouts at the gym certainly hadn’t prepared her for anything as grueling as the pace they were keeping. At least Clint had water, and occasionally, he stopped and offered her some from his canteen.

Her eyes bore into his sweat-stained back, hating him because he made her aware of weaknesses she hadn’t had to explore before. Didn’t he ever tire? There were times Sarah thought he actually forgot all about her.

“How much further?” Sarah couldn’t take the silence any longer. Walking behind Clint and watching his backside was practically putting her to sleep. When she wasn’t busy itching. The sun beat down on their heads fiercely, making her sweat profusely, which didn’t mix well with the layer of grime she was wearing. “Will we be making camp soon?”

“Soon enough,” he said curtly, not bothering to turn around.

As well as eating again Sarah hoped, wishing now she’d eaten that damn banana peel. Since she still had the canteen from the last time Clint had offered her a sip, she slipped it off her shoulder. Maybe a little water would take the edge off her hunger. “Are you always such a grouch?” She took the cap off and brought the canteen to her mouth, taking a long swallow.

Clint chuckled. “Talk about the pot calling the kettle black,” he said, hiking on. “Only when I’m stuck with women who talk too fucking much.”

Sarah wondered what tree they’d be sleeping in that night, hoping they settled somewhere near water so she could clean up a little. She scratched her arm and then her back. Why isn’t he itching? Her eyes stared daggers at his backside, cursing him silently. Somewhere in the branches overhead, a bird let out a loud squawk, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. She laughed softly, watching it fly away.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, the trees around them came to life. Sarah glanced up in surprise to see hundreds of birds taking flight. Drawing to a halt, she watched the spectacle in awe, wondering what predator had frightened them. The eerie sound of their screeches sent a shiver of alarm down her spine. She had the feeling they should be running for cover, too. She glanced around nervously, not fully understanding what she was looking for.

Her gaze went to Clint, who’d stopped a few steps away and was observing the same incident, his set expression unreadable. “Clint…”

He held up a hand to silence her, waiting for the noise to die down, his body tensing a second before Sarah heard the distinctive sound of gunfire. “Run!”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. She took off right behind him as more shots rang out, instinctively crouching as she ran. Clint glanced over his shoulder to make sure she was keeping up. “Whatever happens, keep moving in the direction of the sun!”

She didn’t like the sound of that. He sounded as if there was a possibility they might become separated. His next words took the fear of that prospect right out of her head and turned it into frightening reality.

“Keep going. I’ll catch up to you!”

“But…” Her steps faltered.

Clint gave her a shove. “I don’t have time for chitchat—just do it!”

How is he going to find me and how does he expect me to keep heading toward the sun, when it is rapidly disappearing behind the mountains in the distance?

She let out a cry of alarm when a bullet whizzed past her ear, splintering the bark in the tree next to her. Reluctantly, Sarah did as she was told, glancing back long enough to see him sprinting off in the opposite direction.

Where is he going, and better yet, where am I? She swore beneath her breath, running blindly in the direction he indicated, her heart sinking because the large orange ball in the sky was rapidly sinking, too. After that, she was going to be in big trouble. Directionally challenged, she was the kind of person who had to park her car in the same spot at the mall in order to find it when she was done. Without the sun guiding her, she could easily end up right back where she started.

She slipped and stumbled to her knees but was up and running again before the wet ground had a chance to soak through her pants. Surprising how adrenaline replaced the exhaustion in her system. A second ago, she’d been ready to collapse, now she felt like she could run miles. Only Sarah knew once the adrenaline rush wore off, she’d run out of steam fast.

The lack of gunfire had her wondering if that was a good sign or not. What if that meant they’d captured Clint, or worse? But she couldn’t let those ungrounded thoughts stop her and continued to run as though demons were chasing her. Ignoring the stitch in her side and her burning lungs was harder, but Sarah found the strength to push on faster and harder. Praying it was in the right direction and Clint would find her somehow. Hoping he was all right.

She didn’t even want to think about the possibility he might not be. He seemed more than capable of taking care of himself, or any situation. The only thing she was certain of was she couldn’t continue her grueling pace much longer. The pain in her side had become unbearable and forced her to slow until she couldn’t take another step.

The blood was pounding in her ears and her lungs were empty when she finally came to a jerky halt. She sank to her knees and clutched at her side, knowing she needed to rest. All the while her gaze moved around the area. She had no way of knowing how far she’d run or if she’d even stayed on the course Clint had wanted her to go.

As she gradually brought her breathing under control, Sarah began to notice the sounds of the jungle around her, the same animal noises she’d heard the first night. Then she heard something that was very distinguishable from the rest. Not close but heading in her direction. Someone or something was running, coming up fast behind her. What if it was one of Raul’s men?

The sound of branches breaking and dried leaves crunching beneath heavy footfalls was too loud and convinced her it couldn’t possibly be Clint. He’d never make that much noise, would he? She glanced behind her as panic set in and decided to crawl behind a tree and hide.

Whoever, or whatever, it was appeared to be in a big hurry. Tearing through the dense vegetation like a beast on the prowl. A tall dark shadow, unrecognizable to someone with images of wild animals coming for them, finally broke through the small clearing where Sarah was hiding.

She quickly pulled her head back and plastered herself against the tree, praying she blended in enough so she wasn’t visible. She held her breath, too afraid to call out in case it wasn’t Clint. The sound of snapping twigs caused a shiver of fear down her spine. As the sound came closer, her fingers curled around something on the ground.

“You can come out now.”

Clint! Thank God!

Relieved, she quickly got to her feet and moved out from behind the tree, never so happy to see anyone. “How did you catch up to me so fast?” Her first instinct was to rush into his arms, but she held back, knowing she wouldn’t find comfort there. Clint was a man of war and death and probably wouldn’t understand her need for reassurance.

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