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Sami crouched down, trying to slow her breath. It sounded loud and laborious in the silence. Her heart was pounding, and sweat dotted her forehead. The hair that wasn’t pulled back into a high pony clung to her cheeks and lips. She peeked around the large pillar she was behind to check what was in her path. She made a mental list. The carver was about thirty strides away and the spikes were only ten. An Indiana Jones was ten strides past the carver, she could tell by the faint outline of a square on the floor, and there was a carrier hanging on the wall by the Indiana Jones.
She was about to step out from behind her pillar when she remembered Kallie. She glanced up and thanked god for Kallie.
Balloons.
They looked harmless, but Sami knew better. She wasn’t sure what they were, but she knew they could be deadly. Thinking of Kallie’s gruesome death made her heart sink. She had been so sweet, so innocent.
But that was yesterday, and if Sami had learned anything in the two days she had been in this twisted game, it was that you couldn’t lose your focus. Losing your focus meant dying. Sami wasn’t going to die though; she was bent on making it back home, to her warm house that smelled like cinnamon, back into her mom and dad’s welcoming, reassuring embrace and her dog’s wet slimy tongue.
Sami stood up, ready to run. She took a deep breath, and heard a crunch behind her. It wasn’t one of her allies; they had a call to avoid situations like this. Slowly she grabbed her dagger from her belt. She gripped the handle tightly and closed her eyes.
Please don’t be right behind me. Please don’t be right behind me, she prayed.
She didn’t feel like stabbing anyone. She whipped around, swinging the knife, hoping that she wouldn’t have to feel the sickening pierce of skin and the scream of another fellow human being. There would be the blood, so much blood. Sami still remembered how much there had been when Drew stepped on the Indiana Jones. She felt her eyes tearing up, so she turned her attention to the person standing in front of her.
It was Zeet.
He was creeping up with his own dagger held up above his head. Zeet was big and strong, but slow, the exact opposite of Sami. He had, however, helped her. He had saved her life back in the first level. She didn’t want to kill him; he really was a big gentle giant. He was threatening to kill her, but she knew it was just his alliance. He really didn’t want to kill anyone, just like Sami. She looked him in the eyes. She saw fear, sorrow, and a bit of crazy. He squeezed them shut, preparing for her knife.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an approaching shadow. No crunch, no call, just a shadow. Her adrenaline spiked and her heart thumped in her chest. She tightened her grip on her dagger, took a step towards Zeet, and lunged.
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