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Chapter Twenty Five
Scooter trudged along in the snowy grounds. He was away from the streets, from what he could tell. It had started to snow when he had started walking, and it had gotten heavier as he walked.
What he didn't realize what that it was becoming a whiteout, all around him. He was starting to get disoriented from the cold, and biting winds. His head was still throbbing, from what, he wasn't sure of. He stopped underneath a tree, and he sat down on a large rock, he took his glasses off, and wiped them. He put them back on.
It was still all white around him, with the occisonal rock or tree. He could see no houses anymore.
"I'm absolutely stupid." He said to himself, as he rubbed his arms. He was only wearing a yellow tshirt, and a white undershirt, along with his jeans and red sneakers. He had nothing else on him. He reached for his pocket, to get his cellphone.
"I left that at the theatre." He closed his eyes for a moment, getting tired. He then stood up suddenly and walked around. "I can't sleep! I'll....I'll die out here if I do."
He kept walking, from tree to tree, from rock to rock. Trying to get his bearings again.
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Skeeter was looking around, trying to find her brother. She had thought originally that he would be going towards Nancy's house. But she got only a few houses away, and she saw nothing. She stopped against a tree in someone's backyard, and looked around.
A glimpse of yellow. A splash of orange or red against that white daunting landscape, she wished for. Something to show her brother was still alive. She walked on forward, and she looked around somemore. She saw a thin forest, near a small pond. More like some developers planted trees to make it look pretty, then a real forest.
"Could he have walked into the woods?" She wondered for a moment. Then she looked at Scooter's jacket, which was tucked into her own jacket. Keep it warm, for when she finds him. She closed her eyes, and kept on going towards that small outlay of trees. She had been trained for this kind of thing, these kind of elements.
"At least you did something right for me, Jessica." She shook her head, and starting walking with a higher step, so she would kind of walk across the snow, not into it.
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He saw a small shimmer through the snow, he knelt down, and wiped some snow away. It was clear, with...fish frozen in it. He backed away, it was a little scary at first.
"T-This...must be some body of water...." He shook his head, and found another patch of ground, which suprisingly had no snow on it. It was underneath a huge bush of some sorts. He pulled away some branches, and crept up underneath it. He then curled into a very tight ball, his glasses tucked underneath his shirt.
'Why am I doing this?' He thought, for once his thoughts were clear, and he wasn't angry at anything, except for himself. 'Well, I guess I'll get my wish. I'm going to die out here, of the cold. And I bet no one will find me for quite sometime too.'
He stopped shivering, and he looked around. He remembered when the person stops shivering...that's a really bad indication of hypothermia. He wanted to get up, and keep walking, but all he could muster was sitting up against that soft brush of leaves he was underneath. Scooter looked down at the ground for a minute, he felt his mind was turning to mush. Snowy, white mush, just like the snow in front of him.
He saw his bright cherry-red sneakers. He wondered if anyone was trying to find him.
"I'm going to die anyways, might as well leave a marker of some sort. Cold feet arn't going to bother me right now!" He said, rather happily, for some reason.
His thought processes were very out of whack because of the snow and cold temperatures. He took off his shoes, and tied them together, then he hung them on a somewhat low branch on the tree in front of that same bush he was under. He was now in his socks. He knelt back down under the bush, and he pulled some branches off of it. He gripped them, and simply decided, he'll just go to sleep, so he didn't have to suffer the cold anymore.
Scooter trudged along in the snowy grounds. He was away from the streets, from what he could tell. It had started to snow when he had started walking, and it had gotten heavier as he walked.
What he didn't realize what that it was becoming a whiteout, all around him. He was starting to get disoriented from the cold, and biting winds. His head was still throbbing, from what, he wasn't sure of. He stopped underneath a tree, and he sat down on a large rock, he took his glasses off, and wiped them. He put them back on.
It was still all white around him, with the occisonal rock or tree. He could see no houses anymore.
"I'm absolutely stupid." He said to himself, as he rubbed his arms. He was only wearing a yellow tshirt, and a white undershirt, along with his jeans and red sneakers. He had nothing else on him. He reached for his pocket, to get his cellphone.
"I left that at the theatre." He closed his eyes for a moment, getting tired. He then stood up suddenly and walked around. "I can't sleep! I'll....I'll die out here if I do."
He kept walking, from tree to tree, from rock to rock. Trying to get his bearings again.
----------
Skeeter was looking around, trying to find her brother. She had thought originally that he would be going towards Nancy's house. But she got only a few houses away, and she saw nothing. She stopped against a tree in someone's backyard, and looked around.
A glimpse of yellow. A splash of orange or red against that white daunting landscape, she wished for. Something to show her brother was still alive. She walked on forward, and she looked around somemore. She saw a thin forest, near a small pond. More like some developers planted trees to make it look pretty, then a real forest.
"Could he have walked into the woods?" She wondered for a moment. Then she looked at Scooter's jacket, which was tucked into her own jacket. Keep it warm, for when she finds him. She closed her eyes, and kept on going towards that small outlay of trees. She had been trained for this kind of thing, these kind of elements.
"At least you did something right for me, Jessica." She shook her head, and starting walking with a higher step, so she would kind of walk across the snow, not into it.
--------------
He saw a small shimmer through the snow, he knelt down, and wiped some snow away. It was clear, with...fish frozen in it. He backed away, it was a little scary at first.
"T-This...must be some body of water...." He shook his head, and found another patch of ground, which suprisingly had no snow on it. It was underneath a huge bush of some sorts. He pulled away some branches, and crept up underneath it. He then curled into a very tight ball, his glasses tucked underneath his shirt.
'Why am I doing this?' He thought, for once his thoughts were clear, and he wasn't angry at anything, except for himself. 'Well, I guess I'll get my wish. I'm going to die out here, of the cold. And I bet no one will find me for quite sometime too.'
He stopped shivering, and he looked around. He remembered when the person stops shivering...that's a really bad indication of hypothermia. He wanted to get up, and keep walking, but all he could muster was sitting up against that soft brush of leaves he was underneath. Scooter looked down at the ground for a minute, he felt his mind was turning to mush. Snowy, white mush, just like the snow in front of him.
He saw his bright cherry-red sneakers. He wondered if anyone was trying to find him.
"I'm going to die anyways, might as well leave a marker of some sort. Cold feet arn't going to bother me right now!" He said, rather happily, for some reason.
His thought processes were very out of whack because of the snow and cold temperatures. He took off his shoes, and tied them together, then he hung them on a somewhat low branch on the tree in front of that same bush he was under. He was now in his socks. He knelt back down under the bush, and he pulled some branches off of it. He gripped them, and simply decided, he'll just go to sleep, so he didn't have to suffer the cold anymore.
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