| "Who's there?" I managed to say, my sight getting slightly clearer. I could only just hear a frantic answer, I couldn't make out the words. But, like my sight, my hearing was gradually becoming clearer. After a minute or so, I saw someone sitting beside me. They were the one talking. Then I finally managed to recognize the voice... "Isaac?" I almost whispered. "I'm here! Hello? Are you ok?" he went on, moving in front of me. "I... yeah," I moaned, sitting up again. "Oh my God, thankyou," I heard him whisper. Not a minute later, I could finally see his face. "It is you," I smiled. "Who else would it be? Come on, we've got to get you out of here," he said, sitting beside me again. "How?" I squinted toward Brad. Someone was with him. "Who's that?" I asked nervously. Isaac looked over. "It's Taylor," he replied. "Is he ok?" I had to ask. Isaac sighed, stopping whatever he was doing. "He... he has a bit of amnesia," he almost gulped. "How bad?" I asked, watching him. "He doesn't remember anything after some time that you were at Greg's house... the second time," he replied, also watching him. I hesitated. He turned to us for a second, but went back to Brad. He even looked different as far as I could tell. Isaac just stared for a second, then turned around again. "What are you doing?" I asked, now feeling slightly more 'awake'. "The only thing I can to get you out," he replied. Then I realised what he was doing... he was using his knife to cut the tree. He was almost halfway through already, which made me wonder how long he'd been there. "Where's Amy and Angie?" I asked suddenly. "They were out before we left, I don't know where they went or what happened to them," he replied. "They're out here somewhere?" I raised my eyebrows. "Unless they've been caught again," he shrugged. "They think you're together. Matt has everyone except him, Mike and Sam out looking for you," I warned. He hesitated. "Who's Sam?" he asked. "That doctor guy that told you what was wrong with him," I indicated Taylor. He glanced over at him, then continued cutting the tree. "How's Brad?" I almost gulped. "Alive, barely. We need to get him out of here," he replied. I looked around. "Maybe we could make something to carry him on," I suggested. "Yeah..." he replied. He stopped for a moment shaking his hands, and stood up. |
 |
| Chapter 29 - Lost Memories |
|