We're Not Alone

Chapter 8

"Trevor, I... that was... wow!" I splutter out.

"I know, wow." We try to catch up to the others, but they're quite far in front of us. We see more head lights in the distance.

"Quick, get down." Trevor exclaims pulling me down from my wrist.

"Oh my god," I say pulling my backpack off my back. "Before I left the house I picked up some rags and alcohol. Rubbing Alcohol that is, I can make a Molotov." I say as I rummage through my bag.

"What on earth is a Molotov?"

"Just watch," I throw my bag back on my back and crawl closer towards the coming truck. Once the Army Tank is about a meter from us I light the rag and throw it at them. It sets on fire and soldiers start piling out of the top. Trevor and me start crouch-running as fast as we can into the woods, where we know the others would have gone. "That, my lover, is a Molotov Cocktail."

"Holy crap, that was amazing!" He practically yells.

"Jamila? Is that you?" Dad asks from behind us.

I turn to face him. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm Batman."

"Oh, sorry I thought you were someone else." Paisley and Nirvana come shortly after we fall over in fits of laughter.

"What did we miss?"

"I found Batman!" Dad manages between fits.

"Hey men, do you hear that?" A deep voice not to far away says.

We sprint straight away into a hiding position.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are!"

"We know where you're hiding!"

I peer through the foliage and spot my target. I reach behind my back to pull out my bow. I take my time to aim accurately. I release the string and strike him straight in the head.

"Bulls-eye," Paisley whispers in my ear.

It's almost as if we are in a ring, except half. There are multiple bushes planted in a half circle outline. All of the soldiers are in the clear space, making it easy to strike them.

Once most of them are taken out we decide to take the tactic of using our knives. The last two are standing away from us and we leap from our positions and strike them straight in the chest and in one stab they both fall to the ground. Paisley and I link arms and walk away with swagger and the others trailing behind us.

"That was amazing, it was like synchronized killing," Paisley exclaims.

"That was pretty cool to watch, I'm proud of you," Trevor says grabbing my free hand.

Dad clears his throat signaling for Trevor to let go of my hand- at least I think that's what he's signaling.

"What time do you think it is, Dad?"

"Only about ten."

"Really? I'm so tired, and hungry. Could we rest for five minutes?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

We find a nice spot by a waterfall. Trevor and I decide to go for a quick walk to the more developed foliage part next to the waterfall. The closer we get the louder the cascading water gets. Small splashes of water fall onto my face. It's like a picture perfect scene. We stare into each others eyes, he leans in closer to me, cups my head in his hands and plants a peck on my lips.

"Is that it? Short and sweet?"

"Oh, so you want more? You're greedy aren't you?" He wraps his arms around my waist, pulls me towards him and he locks his lips with mine. Our lips move in sync and we stand there, still in time and look like we are part of a fantasy movie.

"Ugh, come on! Can you- for the millionth time- stop being so cute and we can start moving to Maine?!" Paisley breaks us apart.

"I'm going to leave you two to talk," Trevor says escaping from our presence.

"What do we have to talk about, Trevor?!" I call after him.

He doesn't reply, he just carries on running.

"That looked like quite some kiss you two had going on there."

I giggle and reply, "Yeah, it was like our lips were meant to be together, you know?"

"So it's like you are meant for each other?"

"I don't know, I mean, my hand fits into his perfectly. And every time we look at each other it's like I'm seeing the most amazing person in the world. After you of course..."

"I hoped you would say that, actually, I knew you would say that."

"Ugh, whatever! We should probably catch up anyways," I finish and we race to catch up to the other three.

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We've been walking along the tree line of the highway for about two hours now. No soldiers. No infected. Nothing. It's too quiet for my liking, something is bound to happen soon, and when it does I'm most likely going to crap myself.

A rat runs across the road which alarms me slightly and makes me more alert.

"Trevor? Can we talk for a bit?"

"Of course," he answers and drops backs next to me. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, but what made you want to leave so quickly at the waterfall?"

"I needed to talk to your dad."

"About what?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Trevor? Please?"

"Can I tell you later... because there's another Army Tank. Get down!"

We crouch down behind some shrubs. We hear the loud rumble of the tank but also ticking and screaming from behind it.

"Infected, stay quiet," Dad whispers.
I'm uncomfortable in the position I'm in so I move as quietly as possible, but I lose my footing and fall into the bush. I recover quickly, but the damage is done. Infected start running towards us. Thankfully the Army Tank heard nothing, so they carry on out of sight. We have just enough time to get prepared, I pull out my bow, for the sake of not making too much noise. It's a long shot, but I peer through a space in the bush and take out a ticker and a tracker. We are still faced by at least fifteen more. I manage to get two more before I run out of arrows. We decide to use a spare bottle to irritate the remaining infected which works and we escape with only killing about five of them. We continue down the highway until the sun sets.