"He's not dead, right?" I heard in a soft, nervous voice. "No. But if I don't get some answers he will be."
Shortly after that's uttered I'm struck with a cold, metallic object. "Ow!" I yelled. "Who the hell are you people?!" I'm smacked again with the metallic object which somehow fixes my blurry vision, revealing a young black boy around the same height as me. A 32. Snub revolver lays in his hand.
"Who we are isn't your concern," the boy says. "What is your concern now is the whereabouts of our father."
It all came back to me quickly. This is it. These are the kids in the family picture. This is the dead man's child.
I'm quickly struck again with the revolver, resulting with a stream of blood going down my head, dropping to the cold floor below me. "Listen, you old fuck. I don't know who you are, nor do I care. But if you killed my father, I'm going to put 2 bulle-"
"Wait!" I interrupt him with. He stops.
"What? Not ready to die?"
"I know what happened to your father. I didn't kill him. I'm no harm to you or the girl. Please just let me explain."
He pauses for a little bit, and finally responds with "Fine."
It was a long while sitting in the rubble filled room, telling children about how there dad fell from a thirty foot drop and died. I didn't tell them it was slow.
I press a cold rag onto the wound on my head from the beating. The girl, Rosetta, sobs persistently by the window hearing the news. The boy maintains a normal facial expression but can't seem to contain himself for much longer. "So..." The boy says in a raspy, quiet voice. "He's just gone. That's it. We're orphans now. We're fucked."
"No," I reply. "You're not fucked and you're not alone. Your dad told me to find you two and I highly doubt it was for another reason other than to keep you safe. And that's what I aim to do."
A tear falls down the boy's face.
"I told him not to go. He was always stubborn."
His voice cracks from crying while speaking.
"But I understand."
I stand up and reach out my hand to help him up.
"My names Dexter. You and your sister stick with me for now on."
"Phillip. My name's Phillip."
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Earth's Omega
Aventura45-year-old Dexter Routh attempts to survive in an Earth torn asunder by a 7-day siege of great hurricanes and other natural disasters only referred to as The Collapse.
