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 and he glances back, giving me a small smile. For some reason, his smile feels less genuine.
We all pack up what little things we have and wait for the masked lady to open the doors.
We wait for what seems like an hour or so. Nothing happens. We are nervously sitting, shaking almost. When all of a sudden there was a small tap at the door, followed by a paper note that was slid under it.
The note read: 'Children no matter what don't make a noise. 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 start 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, my skin shivered, it raised my hairs on there ends.
We heard some noises from below. Crack!! Bang!! Scrape!! Silence fell. Then just the sounds of firewood cracking in our room. We heard a door slam and few minutes later the mechanical lady comes and opens the door.
The lady came in looking relieved that we were quiet. she 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 walk into the dining hall, we look around, seeing that some of the chairs were out of place. One was even broken, another had red markings on it that looks 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. The man raised his brow at first, but then just leads us to the door.
On our way out the masked lady hands us a bag of food and medical supplies. She wishes us luck, leaking oil from her mask where the eyes would be.
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.