Emily pushed herself into sitting position, ignoring the sharp pains in her elbows and knees. Jason was leaning against a tree nearby, tossing a knife from hand to hand. She saw a deep, red scratch on his left cheek and the way he winced every time he moved his right arm, she could tell she must have injured it.
“Do you know where the others are?” she asked him.
He shook his head. “No, they’re just gone.”
“We’re separated?” she said nervously.
“Yes,” he replied. “What do we do?”
“Why are you asking me?” she demanded.
“You’re the one who comes up with plans.”
Emily paced back and forth, trying to think. Where were Seth and Jazell? Were they okay? More importantly, where were they?
“I don’t know,” she said finally. “I just don’t know.”
“Oh no,” Jason said nervously. “When Emily doesn’t know, the world ends. Do you wish now that you were at home, curled up with a book?”