Part 50

As soon as I got out of the taxi, I sought out Allerixk and Blythe. As I was searching for them, I thought about calling Mama and Kuya Samuel, but their phones were out of service. A familiar voice from the backyard cried out the name of Allerick. I knew it was Blythe. There I saw Allerick laying down with Blythe standing in front of him, her clothing stained with blood and sobbing.

I drew nearer to them. When I saw the blood on the road, a deep sensation of terror washed over them, a short paralysis. "Allerick!" I yelled.

"Ate, ate!" Blythe cried out in distress.

I grabbed Allerick’s backpack as he was lying on the ground, looking for something I could wrap around his head before picking him up. "Get a cab!"

"Ate..."

"Blythe, take a cab!" I said as I shoved Blythe away.

Blythe wept with a loud voice as she rushed away from us, and when she returned, she was already in the cab. Allerick was carried by the driver. Blythe couldn’t stop weeping and refused to let go of Allerick’s hand unt