The Unmentioned

Late Night

Days came and went by quickly in the time I grew to know Sam.

He was very defensive and had this strange look in his eye from the first supply run he and my bother made together.

She explained to me that they had found his dad. His gun was in Sam's hand now, I could see the red hand prints all over the back of his arms and legs.

She explains that his dad wasn't infected. He was like one of the men I killed.

That he had been different.

I wanted to know more, I wanted to know all I could.

He was jumpy thought the hour he avoided me with work like weapons check or occupying Jack.

It was until everyone was asleep around the pit that I had the chance to corner him in on the subject.

Its only been a five days since my brother and sister brang him in to our little hide out, in that time I've grown to know his name, little of his origin and that he was very shaky on trust with us.

I don't blame him.

He didn't know us all that much and from what I've gathered we might as well be the bad guys with good ideas.

He went back to the demolished room. Half its wall facing the once alive city, the humid air was thick at our level of elevation: we barely reached the third floor.

I stalked behind him and listened.
He sits in silence so many nights, some he'll just stare at the wall or try to carve out his name in the dry wall.

But tonight was different...I confronted him.

My foot stepped on the rug and he automaticly jumped up on full alert from the creak of the damaged floors.

Dark bags dragged his large green eyes, he looked fatigued and paranoid.

My hands up to show I ment no harm. He stared wide eyed for a moment as if debating something to himself mentally.

"Wh-what do you want ?", anger found its was in his voice and unpowered my hands.

I couldn't debt weather to play games or be my self, I could tell that he was close to the edge from the way he shook slightly and panted out from some labored breath.

" I just..., ", I thought for a moment on my next words. If I said the wrong thing I could provoke him and possibly make something worse.
" I couldn't sleep and I noticed how off you were when you cane back from that supplies run.", I come up with the quick lie.

He breath out in a deep exhale and combed his bandaged hands through his waved locks.

I was supposed to be his help and this is the only way I knew how.

" Great... ", he says sarcastically to himself under breath.

I've only ever faced something like this once.

It was for my sister.
We stayed up all night talking. She had been shaking under the weight of it all.

My parents death and brothers.

Like I said before I didn't blame her.

" What do you want ?", he asked.

"Nothing, just to sit " , I say.

I couldn't force anything out of him, but if push comes to shove I can have him on the ground in three seconds flat.

He was timid. I could still see the red hand prints on him. It was different this time though, purple bruises were forming at his upper forearm and neck.

What did they do to him?

"Can you just leave me alone ?", he queried at me.

I rolled my eyes and say don't the concrete. "No.", I say .

I feel hypocritical.

His eyes widened for a moment and body remained still. He was scared.

The moment passed and he swallowed hard, making his adams apple bod.

I'd didn't want to tell him that I wasn't gonna bite, thought if it came to it in a fight...no. I can't do that to someone who I didn't even know yet.

With reluctance he sat as well.
The distance was unnecessary.

He was silent like this each night I sat with him.

It was odd to just sit and stare out at something like a building that once ran lively with people.

"What kind of work do you think they did in that place? ", I asked Sam.

He was staring at his own things and was timid but slowly opened a bit more every night. To night we only sat a foot a part.

" Hmm...?", he looms in.

I sit with my knees drawn in to my chest.

"I don't know...maby it was sort of company?", he climbed in.

I gained behind my crossed arm and lifted my head when it passed.
"When I was a kid I thought that though that the building were just so tall, they still are, I just felt smaller back them...", I say.

He doesn't look I interested, it wouldn't hurt to speak a little...
What about you...?, I'd want ask.
"What made you feel small?" I turned to him and saw that his facial expression had changed, his jaw was hinged and nails dug into the concrete.

"Alot of things...", he swallowed hard and gridded his teeth.
Eyes not leaving the things he stared at.

I felt I had crossed a line.

It's been days since the supply run and he's still shaken up. Annabella only told me things the first day and still they don't make sense.

My patients was long but angst was wearing high. My stupid curiosity screamed at me for not asking questions to him as I had first wanted to the first day we met.

I had to change the subject... "Do you like sweet things?", I queried.

He looked over to me as if I were crazy.
"I wouldn't remember." he states.

Wow...way to break the ice though.
"Why do ask so many questions? ", he turned the table on me.

I noticed his teeth grinding was gone and he kept his eyes my way.
" Because.., if you stop asking questions then it will just leave you to question so much more.", I say.

I see weight in his eyes shift from anxious to curious.

I grined the smallest to him and he smiled back.

Pace was slow but we made.