Clyde

Left Out

It's been six months since my family was killed and Phil found me. It's been a good, calm six months. The last two months I haven't really left camp at all.

To have fun, I built a tent on the little piece of trees and land in the middle of the lake. It's my little piece of solitude. Nobody in the camp knows about it but me. The boys question where I am sometimes, but not too much.

Last night I slept in the camp, the boys had a drink with me.

"Amira" Phil spoke.

I sprung up, "Huh?".

"Can you talk to Adam? I wanna get going".

"I feel like a housewife" I got up and started walking out of the tent.

"I'm sure you can come if you want. There's always room for you" Phil smirked.

"What?".

"I want you to come with us".

I took a second, "alright".

"Now get that dress on of yours to distract the boys" Phil laughed.

He sounded pretty stoked. I got ready and went and found Adam. Adam was in the grass a little bit behind camp.

"Whatre you doin out here?" I asked.

Adam looked at me, "Why're you all dressed up?".

"Comin along for the ride. Come on".

Adam sat up, "I thought you weren't, for a little while".

"Phil insisted I go. I'm going".

"Huh, okay".

Adam got up and followed me back into camp. Everyone got on their horses, Phil and I led.

"So," Phil spoke as we rode. "I want you to go head on with me. You need some head on action. James and Adam are gonna be behind, Sam is gonna be on the left side where there's a three way".

"Sounds good. What's in this carriage?" I asked.

"Money... gems... who knows. It's owned by a fella named Justin Edons. Rich, rich man".

I nodded.

Phil stopped, I stopped beside him. It was a very hidden freeway. Phil is a pretty Smart guy.  Adam and James hid on the other side, and Sam hid on the left.

"So, what do you think of Adam?" Phil asked.

"Why?" I looked at him.

Phil shrugged, "Because I see the way he looks at you and vice versa".

"Well I don't know how he looks at me, but I know we're just good friends. I'm not one to feel very much. I don't have a lot of emotion to produce. I'm a zombie most of the time".

Phil laughed a little.

"I mean I wasn't even affected when my parents died really".

"You're capable of those big emotions though. I saw it. Winston saw it to. Winston is a weird fella, got a really good sensor for that stuff. He's observant".

I nodded, "Winston is more dead than I am".

"You're not wrong there. He's been through more than any one us have. We originally started the gang together. We're about the same age him and I, lived in the same town. I'm pretty sure he's a little bit of a psychopath".

I laughed, Phil did too.

We waited a second longer until a carriage turned onto the road. Phil stopped them.