One more past three years ago
Hazel's POV
I grabbed his hand and stared at the car for a few more seconds. It was perfect. We just needed to Hotwire it. "Once we get it up and running. NOW can we go to Atlanta?" I peeped, looking at him. He sighed, giving in. "Yeah, yeah." I offered him and smile and he smiled back.
"Alright." I clapped, going to search for wires. "Hazel!" He yelped. I turned around to see him in the car, shuffling around. "There are keys in here." He grumbled. I ran back. "So what?" I said, getting in the passenger seat. "I think someone is coming back for this."
"We'll be gone by then if you hurry up," I said. He exhaled, nodding, and turning the key. The engine purred ever so lightly. "Whatcha waiting for?" I asked, glancing at him. He rubbed his eyes. "I don't know how to drive."
"Oh for Christ's sake. Scoot over then!" I said, climbing over. He switched over to my seat as I switched the gear and stepped on the gas. While going down the road, I asked, "Atlanta?" He nodded, chuckling.
Finally, we got to the hill. It was difficult to drive up on, but it was worth it. I drove through the tunnel and parked it, grabbing my backpack and climbing out. "Come on, slow poke!" I hollered. He slowly got out and paced his way to me, staring at the buildings. "There's a Quarry, houses.." I started. "OOOH and there's a hospital!" I exclaimed, walking forward.
"Hazel, I feel queasy." He grumbled. "Too many places for rotters to hide." He looked around. "Quit being a big baby and come on." I pouted. "I'm not being a baby." He protested. "I'm being cautious." He scowled. "Come on, come on." I grabbed his hand and ran towards the hospital. It was far but worth it.
I got to the door and went for the handle. "Wait," Axe panted. "I'll go see if it's safe first," He coughed. I stared at him. "Dude," I whined. He gently pushed me out of the way and walked inside, pulling his blade. He shuffled around and glanced back at me, beckoning to come inside. I slowly shut the door behind me.
"Whoa." My voice echoed around the halls. Axe twitched and slapped my mouth shut, shaking his head, signaling to stay quiet. We lingered around the halls and found a small room. I ran inside and rummaged, looking for medical supplies. This place circled around my entire life: Healing.
I pulled an entire medkit into my bag and whipped around, hearing more voices at the door. They were laughing and sounded 100% male. I stiffened and looked at Axe. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hall, sweating.
I heard a gunshot, a sharp pain spreading across my leg. I fell. There were more gunshots.
I looked down the hall. There wasn't just a few. There where a LOT of them. A team of bastards versus two scavengers. "Shit!" Axe yelped, picking me up and running for the exit. He slammed into another figure and almost dropped me.
His grip loosened and I was taken by another person. My eyes shifted and I struggled, kicking the person in the groin and grabbing my gun, shooting him in the head. I looked back at Axe as he kicked one down, grabbed me back and ran out the door.
There were much more outside. But why? Why where they all here? Axe ran into the forest while they were still chasing after, way behind. He ran behind a hallow tree and put me in the small hole gently. "Axe," I whispered. He knelt down. "What about you?" My voice was quiet. He took my hand and put a small little note inside, wrapping my fingers around it.
"Don't let them find you." He had a strong urgency in his voice. He kissed my forehead and gave me a hug, covering the hole with a bush, running.
My chest rose and fell rapidly. A tear fell down my cheek and I covered my mouth.
(This book has so much more to go through. godd. I actually snuck into bed with my device and finished the chapter I was dying to write)
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ActionThis is a combination of stories between roleplays I had in middle school based on The Walking Dead and After the Flash universes. It's kind of a cluster since I wrote it when I was 13-15 years old, but I cleaned up the grammar recently. The actual...