Why Me?

Problems

"Hey..."The boy with the blondish hair, and green emerald eyes, speaks up.

"Yes?" I ask, placing my hand on my hip letting the other go limp by my side.

"I'm Sorry about your family, but.." He goes to continue, but I raise my hand to stop him.

"These fuckers aren't my family. My dad died in a war, and Mom died of self indulgence. These 2 are just rich assholes who are dead now. So if you're just saying this because you think I care? Don't, I did this for the little one." I nod towards the little girl.

" Our Sister?" The boy with reddish hair, and Matching eyes asks, perplexed. I nod in confirmation.

"Upstairs there are 2 Showers, I'll stand watch in case more of these things come. On the way We can grab some clothes, and rations for you guys." I start walking away when the blonde starts talking.

"My name is Brent, His name is Loke, and our sister's name is Kisa. As I was saying before, while you were running late for the day. Early this morning the government announced wide spread casualties, with a 2hr revive time. It affects anyone over the age of 20 so far, without anything else to go on. I guess we only have 20 years to live till we turn into one of those." He nods towards the dead couple. I give him acknowledgment, waving for them to follow me. Kisa has ahold of Brent and Locke's hands while they follow behind me. I take them to my room.

"So what's up with you?" Loke asks, picking up Kisa. While Brent walked around, looking at my neat room. I hadn't realized it, but I had made my bed, and put everything away as if my room was never touched.

"What do you mean?" I ask as I pull out three bags each half the size of the person. I hand the boys their bags, when I hand Loke his bag, he grabs my wrist. I fling my other hand out dropping Kisa's bag, stopping Butch from attacking him. Brent goes tense watching us, his hand dropping to the knife on his hip.

"I mean, what's up with you. During school you don't speak to anyone, down there you killed your fam...Your care tackers, like it was nothing. You're taking all this in as if you were planning on it. You don't know us, but you're supposedly doing all this for our little sister but we both know you don't know anything about her so.." I drop his bag at his feet and wrench my arm free.