Guys, I am so, so sorry!
I know it's been more than a month since I updated, and you can hardly call this an update, but I've been so, so busy! I've fallen sick twice, my college started a week after school got over (I have no clue why), and for some reason, I'm organizing an inter-school for my old school that someone told me is the Alumni's job. All in all, I've hardly had time to read my favourite authors' stories, let alone write my own. Hopefully, I'll be back soon. As soon as I get used to the college schedule. If I recover, maybe even tomorrow.
In other news, I'm planning to divide my story into two, so there's going to be a sequel after this one. This story itself will be close to 25 chapters. I just thought that it would make it easier to read than one long story.
198 reviews! Oh my god! I'm so close to 200! I love every single person who reviewed, even though I'm a promise-breaking (is that a word?) idiot.
Since I took so long, I decided to give you guys a preview of a part of the first chapter of my sequel, just as a teaser, so….. Here it is! Enjoy!

John

'Of all the places we could have stopped, you brought us to a cemetery?' Nine asks incredulously.

Jake doesn't say anything, just smiles secretively, which is pretty much what he's been doing the entire time since we've met him. I'm beginning to wonder if it was a mistake trusting these guys.

Nine obviously doesn't share my doubts, since he's still busy ranting, his hands thrown up into the air in disgust. 'I mean, of all the boring places you could have chosen.' He scowls, waving his hands animatedly at the overcast sky. 'Even the weather agrees with me.' he says irritably.

'Actually, that would be me.' Six says. She shudders. 'This place is really getting to me.'

'Thank you.' Nine says. He blinks. 'Wait, what?'

We've reached a secluded part of the cemetery by now, and you can no longer see any mourners paying their respects to the dead. Groves of trees line the edge of the graveyard, and a gentle breeze ripples through the air, blowing drops from the drizzling rain against our faces. On either side of me, the rows of graves stretch out endlessly, demarcating where thousands of dead lie, in their final resting places.

Jake stops in front of a grave that looks no different from the rest and waves at us to halt. He stands still for a long moment, staring at the tombstone. 'Stay close.' he warns finally, kneeling down in front of the headstone, his palms pressing into the soft mud.

I shift my weight from one foot to another, sharing an awkward glance with Nine. I suddenly feeling bad for giving the guy such a hard time in the truck. I know better than most exactly how hard it is to lose someone close to you.

At the same time, we're all tired and cramped after the battle in Paradise and the long ride east. We need to find a place to crash and get some rest.

Looking at Jake kneeling on the ground, his head bent in supplication, I can't bring myself to tell him to leave just yet. Instead, I peer down to take a closer look at the headstone of the grave. It's mostly unadorned, with the name of the buried written in simple block letters, along with her birth and death day. Felicity Bertha Irwin.

'Was she your girlfriend?' I ask quietly.

Jake doesn't reply.

I start to get frustrated. I mean, like I said, I get wanting to pay your respects to someone you've lost, but we're currently dead on our feet. Sarah and Malcolm both already look half-asleep, and the others aren't much better. We can do this another time.

'Jake.' I begin. 'I don't know what you think you're doing, but we need to leave and crash somewhere so we can actually sleep, so…'

Realization hits me like a sledgehammer. Jake's grins despite being in the graveyard, the silence and the seclusion, even the name on the headstone- the signs have all been there, right in front of our eyes. It's so obvious, it's almost painful, and I want to slap myself for missing it.

The name on the gravestone. Telling me in block letters, exactly where I am.

Felicity Bertha Irwin.

FBI.

'Guys.' I start to say, my voice an octave higher than usual. 'We need to-'

Then the ground opens up beneath our feet, and we plummet into the chute below.

So who is Jake? Why are they in a cemetery? What the hell is going on? You'll find out if you keep reading, right through my sequel- "Countdown".