Surrounds (Bonds) by S.L. Simps Page A

brother?"
    "Its stupid," She hisses hotly, "the way your going about it. I mean come on, Nathan, how are you going to save him? Really?"
    "Then I'm suppouse to - "
    "Wait, until your father and Mrs. Agatha thought of a plan to rescue our people. You're not the only one they took someone from." She interrupts him. "Why are you so selfish?"
    "I never asked you to follow me, Hanna" Nathan whispers dejectedly under his breath. "You did on your own."
    Lacey and Henderson watch both blondes argue with blank faces, glancing at each other, silently coming to a decision to leave. They begin to walk away when the Nathan-boy rounds on them again.
    "So have you seen them?"
    Henderson shoves his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, about half a mile that way, they were heading east towards Macon." Henderson answers with a careless shrug. "You should listen to your friend."
    "Who asked you, old man?" The blonde boy ask snottily.
    Lacey couldn't help her snort and full blown laughter which followed. He thought Henderson was an old man. Good-Goodness. Lacey doubled over holding her stomach, tears in her burning eyes. Henderson did look like an old man under all his hair. He had yet to grow facial hair however. She would without a doubt tease him later about it.
    "Nathan stop being immature." The blonde girl whispers sounding embarrassed.
    "I'm glade you find it funny, Lace, but I think keeping on moving is wise. Its going to be harder finding shelter now." Henderson looked away from her, a small portion of his nose flaming red with embarrassment.
    Hanna perked up at their words, seeming to get over being upset with her friend. "You're welcome to come back with us."
    "What?" Nathan shouts and all of them wince. "You can't offer random strangers a place to stay. They could be murders."
    Lacey also found his words funny and snorts again. She turns her attention onto Henderson to see if he found it as funny as she had, only to find him sweating and breathing hard. He had worked himself too hard. She turns her gaze onto the girl.
    "Alright, we'll go with you." She agrees interrupting the blondes, who were yet again arguing.
    Nathan glares and Hanna smiles, she has no idea what Henderson does because her gaze is sure to stay away from him.
    "Great, I'm Hanna by the way, and he's Nathan..."
    "I'm Lacey," Lacey offers, pointing a thumb at Henderson, "Henderson."
    "Nice to meet you." Hanna glances at a now pouting Nathan. "Are you coming back with us?"
    "As if anyone would let me forget it if I left you alone with potential murders." He turns back around and begins walking away.
    "Camp isn't that way, Nathan..." Hanna calls out a small smile of her face. The boy huffs.
    "Yeah..." He turns and began walking in another direction. This must be correct because Hanna smiles at them both.
    "Come on, its not too far from here." Then she waves and begins to follow Nathan.
    Henderson grabs Lacey's arm before any move is made to follow. "Are you... sure about this, Lace?"
    No, because honestly, Lacey never was one to think anything out. "You need rest and food in you. It'll be alright."
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    Chapter 22
    Lacey
    The Warehouse, is pushed far back in in the middle of the countryside, travelable only by a narrow road, and hidden behind rows of other abandoned warehouses and high swaying grass. It was once a clothing warehouse, outside of it are tons of iron container bins still filled with brand new clothing.
    That's what Hanna says anyway.
    There's no one around when they make close enough to see the warehouse's doors, which is odd because Hanna had said something about there being fifty people in their group. Lacey moves herself next to Henderson.
    "'Halt!" All of them freeze, attentions snapping to two men standing on one of the iron containers pointing guns at them. "Who are you and what business do you have here?" Both men were mostly shadowed by a lowering sun.
    "It's us Hanna Nickles and Nathan Barkens..."
    "Obviously Hanna..." One of the voices speaks, sounding