Apocalypse

Alone

I dry my hands off on the old towel and set it on the ground beside me.

"thanks for helping" Pablo says with a slight hint of a spanish accent, rubbing his wet hands on his shorts.

"don't mention it," I wave my hand with a smile, showing him that it's no big deal. After all, it's the least I could do.

"it was really nice meeting you, Lana. You're good."
I sigh and let out a slight chuckle, flicking a bean at him.

"Ha, you too. If it weren't for you I'd probably still be out there alone".

I stare into the burning campfire and admire how the flames dance with eachother, smelling the air around me.

It felt like home and it felt so comfortable that you would almost feel like the end of the world wasn't happening. I trot towards Pablo's car, where I had left my bag and at the same time I look around for Blane.

"he's out" Pablo glances at me somehow knowing I was looking for Blane.

"where?"

"looking for Amanda".

I crunch my eyebrows together but he turns instead of explaining and walks back up to the fire we sat around.

Blane left alone?
Does he want to be killed?

I stride up to Pablo nervously.

"Pablo" I smile at him "Blane went put by himself?"

"Yupp." he nods casually, seeing no problem whatsoever.

"what if he gets trapped and there's no one there to help him??"

"He can handle himself. He's tough. All the Thomas' are."

"which direction?" I cross my arms, losing my smile.

"are you serious?" He gives me a sarcastic look.

I nod.

"that way, into the woods".

I gaze at the thin wire which divided us from the dense canopy of forest. I nod once more, looking down at my cross-body bag and opening it. Buried under some half eaten cereal bars and near-empty water bottles, my knife and gun are sitting. I grip my knife just incase and take a heavy, deep breath, closing the bag again.

"seriously, Blane is tough - I know him"

"and what if a giant horde of rotters went through him? what if he's trapped in a cabin or something?? He wouldn't be too tough then" I State in a matter-of-fact tone, stepping through the wired fence.