𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬

CHAPTER 5: BOOKMARKING

We burst into the library, running from a horde of Gluttons. Mason put a chair to block the double doors quickly and then jumped back when the infected banged on the outside urging our flesh.

I fell to the ground, panting and holding both Maya and my recently used rifle, still not acknowledging what the hell had just happened.

"I told you...," said Mason, out of breath. "To go for the shed, not for the head!"

"You're terrible at whispering, you know that?" I argued. "And I didn't see a shed!"

He grunted and threw his bag on the floor, struggling to rip his mask and the goggles. Mason threw them both on the ground as well and pulled the beanie and the cape away from his head.

"Fucking disguise!" he yelled.

I could see red markings around his eyes, and lots of scratches on his face and neck, like the black disguise was hurting him more than it should.

Mason, then, pulled the rest of his disguise off, staying with only a baggy black sweater and his also baggy gray pants. He put his hand on his head and pulled the back like he was refreshing himself.

"Holy shit, how I missed this!" he said.

Without a second to rest, Mason picked his bow and quiver and started searching the place for threats, but after an hour of search, he announced it was clear and we could take a rest.

"Can't we stay here for the rest of the day?" I asked. "We've been walking for days nonstop. We need a break,"

Mason opened his mouth to argue, but he was as tired as I was, if not even more, so he just shut it and walked away.

I put Maya down on a small sofa and started taking my special clothes off, putting them in a pile next to my bag.

The library was very dusty and had two stories, the second on an inside balcony, with a very old-looking ceiling with lots of holes on it. The shelves covered the walls and the ground floor, filled with hundreds of different books, abandoned there without anyone to read them.

Mason had already started looking at the books, and took a few survival guides to the second floor, so he could read them in peace.

I looked around the dark library, looking for specific things that weren't there. Eventually, I had to go to the second floor to look for my kind of books, and luckily, that's where I found them.

I darted my eyes over the shelves, and didn't believe when I found exactly what I was looking for, a book I've found in my village a few years ago, and was by far my favorite.

"No fucking way," I muttered and pulled out a very big book, with the word "Cake" written on it.

"Are you serious?" asked Mason, from one of the couches where he was reading the survival guides.

I looked at the LGBT shelf and then back at him.

"What, you find it weird?" I asked with clear irritation in my voice.

"What I find weird is that you're reading romance in the apocalypse," he answered. "Mushy mushy stories won't save us from the Gluttons. And what the hell of a name is 'Cake'?"

"It has a reason," I shot back. "And I read books to relax, okay? It distracts me,"

"Distraction is death," Mason answered.

After that, I kept lurking on the shelf and muttering loudly only to annoy Mason.

"Oh, they also have Barking Up the Wro...," I started.

"If you don't shut up I swear I'll shove these books somewhere the sun doesn't shine," he said across the room.

I ignored his note and kept searching for interesting books, but it seemed that the rest were just generic stories. And that was when I found an interesting title: