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Liam no longer has his pants.
I didn't understand it, but I kept running.
"There! The corner!" I shout. Liam's huffing and puffing. I grab a hold of him and try something. *WHOOSH.* We're still running, but we were just past the corner. "Gods.." Liam muttered. "Just keep going!" I forgot I was holding him. I immediately let go. "Go into the woods!" He yelled. The woods was where the goth kids hung out, which was kinda creepy - but I dashed in there, Liam right behind. "Stop! Sto.." Liam started coughing violently. "C'mon, Liam! We need to get away from that vampire-thing-person-whatever!" He took a breath and started reaching for his sack. "In.. there. Brownies." "You want a brownie NOW?" "Just... get it." He said, still having trouble breathing. I turned him around, and shoved my hand in his bag. Blindly feeling, eventually I found a plastic bag of brownies. I pulled it out and opened it. It smelled heavenly. "Here, break it." He took it and broke it in half, offering me a piece. "No, I'm good." He looked concerned, but he put it back and tossed it in his bag. SCREECH! "I think Sharpie spotted us." "Let's go. Follow me."


I have no idea how he can navigate this forest, but he seems to know what he's doing.
"So, uh, what's with the fuzzy long johns?" "It's NOT underwear! It's my fur!" "Um, fur?" "Yes, fur. I'm a satyr." Now THAT made me stop in my tracks. I took a glance at his feet, er, hooves. "Wow" was all I could muster. "Yeah." He took my hand and bounded up a rock, guiding my hands and feet from above.

SQUAWK! Oh, not again. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing Kayla the Vampire charging full-speed at me. "Duck!" Liam yelled. I ducked. Actually, I didn't need to. A duck slammed face-first into Kayla from the side and smacked her to the ground. That's a first. I looked again, and started running. "AAAGH!" Someone yelled, and then a quack, a hiss, and a thud. I turned around, which probably wasn't smart, and jogged backwards. Vampire Kayla was biting the duck's neck, blood dripping down her face. SCREEECH! "Oof!" Sharpie the Harpie tackled me from behind.
"Aahhh...ow," I groaned. My head had hit a tree root. "Uhhhhh..." The red chicken-man stood above me, making what I supposed were victorious clucks. "Liam..." Liam popped up from behind a nearby tree, and had something that looked like a half-eaten Kit-Kat bar at his lips; except it made noise. I felt the ground rumble, and tree roots burst forth from the earth and entangled Sharpie into a cocoon. SQUEE! He said in frustration. I sat up, holding my hand to my forehead. It was sticky. I decided not to look. I stood up, leaning against the tree that's roots had hurt me, and thanked it for it's vengeance on my behalf. I must be losing it, talking to a tree. Then it wasn't a tree. It was a woman. A dryad. How do I know that? She actually looked like a tree, brown skin, green hair, and brown eyes. She sat me down onto the forest floor, and looked at my face. Shock registered across hers. "Thank you." She said. "For what?" I asked. "Talking to me." "Oh, um, no problem." She regarded me one last time, then returned to being a tree.
Liam's head popped up behind her. "You rarely see that now." He stoops and helps me up. "Nasty cut you got there. But we need to keep going." He grabs my arm, puts it over his shoulders and supports me through the woods.

After walking through the forest for an hour, I was hungry, cold, and thirsty. Finally, we hit a road. There was a sign that said "Colorado Springs Airport" then an arrow. "C'mon, Haley. Almost there." "Where? The airport?" "Yep." "Why?" "We're going to New York."

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