The Alien's Prey

Chapter Eight - Gas

Melissa' POV

8:28 A.M

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I clinged onto Ander's back, laying my head down against it.

Suddenly, the motorcycle sputtered, slowed down and eventually came to a stop.

"Uhh, Ander why'd you stop?" I asked, looking around this unfamiliar surrounding.

We were somewhere... in the middle of nowhere.

All I could see was dead plants and a dusty road.

Our own little desert.

I heard a loud sigh rumble out from Ander.

"Dammit," he exasperated in frustration, tapping the gas meter a few times.

"We're out of fuel, M."

I stared at him.

"Well... um..." I said biting my lip and looking around.

I then spotted what seemed to be a gas station a little while away.

It was sitting all its lonesome off the dirt road.

What luck we have, eh?

"Ander, look." I got him to take his gaze away from the gas meter and glance towards the area I was pointing.

I nugded him and he panted in relief.

I could basically hear him make a smirk.

It's what he does best.

"Good eye, M!"

I shrugged at him.

"It may take... I don't know. Maybe a thirty minute walk?" Ander flexed his shoulders a bit.

I raised my eyebrows at that.

"You up for it?" he turned his head to me with a challenging grin.

I sighed as I got off the motorcyle.

"Fine." I mumbled.

I abrubtly started to walk to the gas station.

"You coming? Let's go slow poke!" I yelled at him over my shoulder, hiding a smile.

I heard Ander shuffle off his bike and begin his strides, dragging the motorcycle besides him.

As I walked, I watched the sun rising with beautiful blues, pinks, and oranges splashing across the sky.

It was only barely morning.

The wind was a sharp, icy cool.

I exhaled slowly and saw the vapor collect and then dissipate.

"Do you think they'll... you know... find us again, Ander?" I shoved my hands into my pockets and looked at my feet as I shuffled along.

"To be honest, I really don't. I mean, we've put a pretty giant gap between us." I looked back at him and he gave me a reassuring half-smile.

"I know we can live these one's out but..." he paused.

"I have no idea, babe."

"Hm. How about the rest of us who are out there? The humans. Do you think we'll have it all back again?" I felt tears threaten to fall.

"It make take a few years... depends on how many survived..." He thought aloud.

"And for the many that still have the will to live... I really don't know, Melissa. I sure as hell hope we do regain ourselves, but all we can do is do our best to keep OURSELVES alive for now."