It's weird having another person present.
We haven't spoken in hours, yet I can feel his presence all the time. He doesn't try to make me talk or walk faster or slower, he just follows me a couple of meters behind. It's a beautiful day. There's nothing, except from my memories, that possibly could remind me of the war. The tiny amounts of snow sparkles on the mountains ahead of us, and the fresh, yet warm, breeze travels over the now open landscape, making the high grass sway peacefully. Tiny flowers grow close to a small lake to the right, and they are just as white as the snow on the peaks. A yellow butterfly flies in circles over the flowers, and a lone bird crosses the gray sky in silence.
"They will probably miss you." I mumble.
He answers at once with a soft tone.
"Who?"
"The ones you left behind. Your parents, or siblings or relatives. I don't know."
"I don't have anyone to leave behind." He says with a calm voice.
"Oh."
The silence returns, and as we continue to walk I start to focus on the surroundings again.
"What about you?" He asks suddenly.
We must have walked several kilometers since we last spoke.
"Hm?"
"Did you leave anyone behind?"
"I don't know."
It's true. I don't actually know. But he doesn't need to know that.
"Oh. I'm sorry."
I don't answer. People are greedy, you give them something, and they would want even more. So don't tell them anything at all. I nod in agreement.
After another hour we stop to rest. Or I stop, and he stops when I do. I sit down in the grass. It brushes against my ankles and a few straws poke through my thin shirt. I've worn the same clothes since I got to the small house by the lake. Not like I really had I choice.
I'm not looking at Brandon, but at the boring sky, when I ask again:
"Why are you following me?"
"You already asked me that."
"Yes, but this time you could try and answer better."
"Honestly, I haven't seen a person in weeks."
So he's so desperate to socialize that he didn't even hurt me when I tried to kill him?
"I tried to kill you and you want to hang out?" I ask ironically.
I surprise myself. Haven't spoke that much in forever, and certainly not in an ironic way.
"When you put it that way it makes me sound stupid." He pouts.
"It is stupid."
He laughs once again. Causing a warmth just as sweet as one from a fireplace to spread in my body.
I've decided to let him live. Probably.
YOU ARE READING
September 2030
General FictionWW3 is destroying an already conflicted world, with Europe as its main battlefield. In the middle of it all, a girl with a shattering past and advanced survival and fighting techniques is searching for her lost brother. Her decisions are completely...
