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The lights flicked on loudly, causing me to wake up.

I got up quickly, I didn't really have time to be tired or laze in bed.

I grabbed my backpack and pulled out a banana and started to eat as I walked.

I had already hooked my flashlight to my backpack so it kinda dangled off it and swayed as I walked.

I found some more water so I grabbed a few and took one to drink.

My stomach grumbled but I didn't want to go through food to quickly.

It's day two here.

I've started to find more dead bodies as I walked further into the store.

I stopped dead in my tracks once I heard a whistle.

I looked to my left where I heard it.

"Hello?!"

I heard it again.

I started to run twords the sound.

"Is someone there?!"

I didn't even think that it could have been a monster.

But I was lucky that it wasn't. Instead, what I found was something I didn't expect to find.

A small boy, curled up in a corner of some book shelves.

I looked next to him to see a dead woman holding a baby blanket in her hand.

Her head was gone.

I looked at the boy who was crying.

I carefully approached him.

"Hey, hey it's ok. Don't be scared I won't hurt you."

I kneeled down in front of him.

He looked only about 4 or 5 years old.
He had brown wavy hair and bright blue eyes. He was holding a stuffed animal dog in his arms.

"My mommy-"

He started to cry again.

I looked at his mom and held out my hand.

I didn't know what to do.

"I know sweetie. There's nothing I can do. But it's not safe here, so you need to come with me. Ok?"

I tried to sound as calming as I could, I've never delt with a kid before.

He only nodded as he wiped his eyes still crying.

He took my hand and held his dog in the other.

"How old are you sweetie?"

He sniffled and tried to stop crying so much. His voice was shaky and he wasn't good at talking.

"I'm four years old."
He let go of my hand temporarily.
He showed me six fingers.

I smiled slightly and picked him up so we could walk faster.

He fell asleep in my arms after 30 minutes of walking.

He wasn't too heavy.

He said his name was Max.
He was a sweet kid so far.

I didn't feed him yet. But he's sleeping so I'm just gonna feed him when he wakes up.

I soon came across a fort that was way bigger than a motel, it was like a house built out of wood panels and furniture. It was fairly sturdy and I finnaly was able to pull a shelf away to get in. I moved it back in place once I was in and moved a table agenst it.

I looked around, it was stocked with med kits up the ass.

I lied Max down on a couch and started to look around better.

There was a tub full of fruit and water bottles.

3 beds and alot of walking space.

I walked over to a table where I found hand made wepons like sharp metal poles or Spears made with a pole and broken glass.

There where a bunch of nails and tools in a corner near where we came in.

I felt someone tug my shirt.

I jumped slightly and looked down to see Max looking at me.

"What's wrong?"

He looked around.

"Where is we?"

I pay his head.

"Where in a safe spot for now. Don't worry. And try not to be loud. Ok?"

He nodded.

"Whistle for help."

I crouched down to his level.

"Where did you learn that?"

I know he's only 4. But he looks like he would turn 5 in a few months or so.

"Its just what you dose."

I looked at him for a second before realizing that maybe he was born here.

"Max, where did you live before?"

He held his dog close.

"In da base."

I felt a spark of Hope in my chest.

"Where there alot of people at this base?"

He nodded.

"Mommy wanted to find daddy. He got lost."

I felt bad for him.

Hours passed and finnaly night came.

I held Max close on one of the beds.

He whispered.

"Are you gonna go away?"

I thought for a while.

I knew I was stuck here now.

"No. I'm here for you kiddo. I don't bail on people who need me."

I whispered back.

He hugged me as I held him close.

He's just a kid.
I can't leave him.

Damn. My life really took a wild fuckin turn huh?