Nefretiri
The rider is a bitch.
She only lets Lori rest twice and never slows her pace down. She's on a mission that leaves little room for breaks. Every time Lori stumbles, she feeds her our energy, but that's not enough to keep her from tiring out. The worst thing is I haven't allowed her to text her brother. He's probably worried about her, and the phone's rung several times, but the rider doesn't care. She stops once to grab my phone, texting Greg and ordering him to pick up Patrick after getting the address from Lori. After that, she turns off our phone, and we continue.
The storm hasn't let up; it's the only thing keeping us safe. Jackie was still searching for me; I knew that, and what the rider wanted to do required a little time. I'm starting to worry about this. She's got complete control of me, and I'm powerless against it. I'm not scared, but that doesn't mean I don't wish I could reassure Lori that everything will be alright.
