The Race by Joan De La Haye

Author:Joan De La Haye [Haye, Joan De La]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Swords, Underground fighting, Survival, Conspiracy Thriller, action, Genetic Engineering, Corporations, Female Protagonist
Publisher: Joan De La Haye
Published: 2016-09-30T04:00:00+00:00

5

Elena’s sword shimmered in the rising sunlight like a beacon in the distance. The valley was mostly in the shadows of the surrounding mountains, but the rising sun was forcing back the darkness. Rays of soft morning light kissed the dusty, pebbled ground, and caressed the few shrubs and trees that littered the vale.

“Hey,” I shouted at Elena’s back. “Wait for me.”

Perhaps she didn’t hear me, although there was a slight pause between her strides as she kept running.

“I said wait for me,” I shouted again.

She turned her head and eyed me over her shoulder, but didn’t slow down or say anything.

“You’re killing me,” I mumbled as I tried to speed up my own pace, but given my condition, not to mention my general lack of fitness, there was no way I would be able to catch up to her. In some ways I was glad I didn’t have to carry a heavy sword.

Feet crunched on gravel behind me. Other women with swords had descended into the basin and were gaining on me. I didn’t see a single other woman in a pink tracksuit. They were all seasoned fighters. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was the only one of the uninitiated left. I suddenly wished I had that sword.

“Fuck this shit,” I said to myself. “I’m going to fucking live,” I told my legs and the rest of my exhausted body. I willed myself to keep going.

In the centre of the valley stood a pile of stones, painted white—another marker like the one at the tree. It was about two hundred paces ahead, and the horde of women chasing me were about three hundred paces behind, and gaining ground. I wondered briefly why they weren’t killing each other. They seemed hell bent on catching me and then doing god knew what to me. The pink tracksuit seemed to work like a death attracting magnet. I also briefly wondered what Elena hadn’t told me, I had a feeling there was a great deal I didn’t know about this little endeavour.

Sun-bleached bones littered the path leading to the marker. An old bit of pale pink and frayed cloth flapped in the wind. The piece of material was still wrapped around what looked like the skeletal remains of a leg. There was even what was left of a running shoe discarded next to the bones. How many other women had found their end on the island? How many had been sacrificed for the entertainment of these sick bastards? The thoughts made my starving stomach churn. I wanted to cry, but instead I screamed and ran as though the hounds of hell were chasing me, which I guess they were. Only these bitches had two legs and swords.

The rising sun glinted off something metallic half buried in the sand ahead, distracting me for a few seconds too long. It was one of those ooh shiny moments. You know those moments that happen just before you walk slap bang into a pole? Yeah, one of those.

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