Left Behind (18+)

Chapter Four: My Understanding

I woke from my slumber in a horrible mood and my body feels weak and like shit. I look over to see cat, but I don't know why I worry so much about her, probably because of all that's going on. I fear we might end up dead because of whatever's out there.

Morning Martin.

She said with a shy smile. I responded by giving a faint smile. We need to focus on what's going on so I get up and open the door to question my father.

The house is very quiet its almost eerie.

"Hey old man where are you!" Not a single response from anywhere in the house but I put aside my intentions to question my father. I walk to the kitchen because I haven't ate since I left my mama and my stomach is growling repeatedly. As I open this silver chromed refrigerator all I see is ketchup, mustard, bread, and a note stuck up onto a beer can. I have a huge curiosity what the note says so I obviously decided to read it.
Martin I think you should know whats going on out there because I hope for you to survive.
We are being attacked by an unknown group of people who are using a Bio Chemical Weapon, for short "BCW". if you are not aware of what that is than Im sorry because I cannot explain everything. Son I want you to follow rules of survival.
1.Endure
2.Survive
I'm sorry I cannot be there with you I have important business.
I love you Martin.

He had me on the verge of tears. But I'm grown up so I have to man up. What puts fear into me and strikes my heart with great pain was that he spoke as if the world is ending. I crumbled the note and shoved it down in my pocket. Cat is laying her shoulder against the corner of the refrigerator staring at me with a worrying look. She puts her hand on my shoulder, but I still feel broken down inside me.

Martin what's wrong?
"Nothing cat"
Martin are you sure
"....yes cat"

Its sweet how she worries about me but I can't have her knowing anything or she'll question me on things I may yet to understand.
"Cat we need to get out of here"
And go where?
"Somewhere safe okay"
Where's that at?

Damn this woman, does she not understand our lives are at stake here, I don't want to explain everything to her yet.

"Nearby cat

I put my hand on her shoulder and I want to comfort her so she doesn't freak out.

"It'll be fine, just a little power going out and communication is down but it will come back up."
You sure martin?
"I'm pretty sure"

Lying wasn't so bad, its the continued lying that troubles me. Suddenly a man rushes out of the hall way and lands a punch hard enough that made my head hit the ground first. "Catalina run!" I yelled out loud with half my strength, then she gives the man a freightened stare and I knew she wasn't going to do anything because she didn't have a single thing she could use to beat the shit out of that guy. I jump up and grab the brown coffee cup that dwelled on the kitchen counter. I ran towards the man only inches away from his head he ducked and grabbed my wrists and lifted me with tremendous strength and slammed me on the coffee table. I had really wished he slammed me on one of the couches near the coffee table. The man picks me up by my neck with such a strong grip, as he lifts me I pray in my head that a miracle fucking happens. I can feel my death closing in..my eyes have gone bloodshot my face is turning red, and I've been choked so hard that I cannot even let a cough out my mouth I can already feel my mind slip away until i heard a thrashing sound and the man dropped me but I was confused on what had happened. I looked up and I saw Cat holding a kitchen knife, it had been stained by this mans blood. He laid there with his eyes clearly open and they sat still staring at me.
Martin are you okay?!
"Yeah, yeah I am"

She still worries for me how cute. She is almost in tears, and I'd hate to see that. I give her a hug that tells her everything is going to be okay. With everything that had happened just washed a away for a few minutes because Cat's hug, her hug makes me feel warm inside and honestly I don't feel scared anymore while we hug. I tell her we must leave before anything happens again, so she runs off dashing through the hallway and into the room packing anything we need and taking what we need.

I take a good look at the attacker. He's wearing a regular co-pilot leather jacket with regular blue jeans, his eye color is astonishing because it has 4 colors on different angles of his eye and he recently went bald and I can tell why because of the color and aftershave that was left on his head.

Martin are we ready to go?

I sat at the back door window watching the trees being tampered with by the wind as almost it was a time for our departure.
"Yeah we're ready".