Malady (Deviant Games Book 2) by Natalie Bennett
Author:Natalie Bennett [Bennett, Natalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BB Books
Published: 2020-02-23T16:00:00+00:00
CHAPTER EIGHT
Raelynn
I abandoned the phone.
I let it fall to the ground somewhere and didn’t give a shit enough to go back for it. I ran up and down rows of tombstones, weaving between them in search of a fresh burial site.
I found three.
There wasn’t enough time for this.
Kayla would suffocate long before I made it to her if I dared to unbury each one. I had no choice but to do my best with a process of elimination. Which site looked like older to newest.
I skipped one altogether, focusing on the other two. They were on separate ends of a plot, ensuring I had to run back and forth to compare them.
Before panic could consume my thought process entirely, I chose the freshest of the two based on how the dirt felt.
“Please be right,” I pleaded, dropping to my knees.
With nothing but my hands as a tool, I dove right into the cold, brittle soil and began to dig. It didn’t long for me to break a sweat, already feeling the effects of running around with zero clue where to go. Dirt caked beneath my nails, clinging to damp skin. A few worms were snagged or crushed due to my efforts. It was a hindrance I could only ignore.
I froze, my heart papillating thinking I heard something. When the sound came again, I started digging faster.
“I’m here!” I called through the mounds of dirt separating us, my voice raw and hoarse. “Don’t speak,” I advised in case she tried to respond. That would do nothing but take more of her oxygen.
The joints of my arms burned so badly I wanted to do nothing more than cry.
I kept going, digging in deeper, pushing myself beyond all the aches and pains. When sweat began to drip from my face, I used my shoulder to wipe it away.
“Ouch,” I gasped, scraping the top of a wooden box. “Oh, my god!” Moving frantically, I toss mounds of dirt any direction that would clear it off the top of what began to look more and more like a makeshift coffin.
“I’ve got you!” I yelled triumphantly, finally able to curl my fingers around the edge. I set my jaw and braced my feet apart, lifting with every ounce of leftover strength in my reservoir. The top of the coffin creaked, but ultimately came right off. I stumbled backward a few steps, tripping and landing at an awkward angle.
Not hearing anything at first, I pitched the lid to the side and lurched to my knees.
I crawled across the ground, letting out a mix of a sob and breath of relief when a pastel head appeared, and the sound of coughing reached my ears.
“Thank god,” I rasped.
“Rae?” Kayla choked out, gasping in deep breaths.
I held my hand out and helped pull her from the coffin as best as I could. My arm felt like a limp noodle. I scanned over her for any visible injuries, spotting a few bruises but nothing more serious than her being buried alive.
She was in the same exact clothes she’d been in the night she left my house in a hurried panic.
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