May We Meet Again

Part 5

~Murphey~

Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
ALRIGHT.
I stand at the bottom of the stairs leading to outside. John Murphey- You can do this. YOU CAN DO THIS. JUST DON'T FAINT.
Up one stair.
Two.
Three.
Fooooourrrrr.
Fiiiiii-
I hop back down. What am I thinking?! There's probably like a hybrid chickadee shark robot thing preparing the cooking spices outside that door.
But I have to go- or I'll just go insane and kill myself like the "her" dude. I weigh out my options again for the hundredth time. Die slowly and painfully while something eats you alive, or meet the 'she' and then bullet in the head a little later. Oh my god, why didn't the grounders just kill me when they had the chance?

20 minutes later..

Ninth stair. One more to go, then the door knob. JUST DO IT. With out thinking, I go up the last stair and swing the metal door open. The light blinds me, and I close my eyes until they adjust. I look around rapidly, scanning the area. No killer hybrid animals. I walk out and my feet sink into the warm sand. The sun soaks my skin, and I put my arms up, as if to embrace it. (Too much wine I guess) I take a step forward, and the sand beneath my feet disappears, and I fall down a long pipe, screaming my face off as the ground rushed to meet me.

^Jaha^

She lead me to a room, opened the door, and ushered me into it, shutting the door behind me. After I hear her heels click down the hall, I look around the room. There was a king sized bed in the middle of it, and a large closet to the right. To the left was a giant window, with a couch underneath it. A few meters from the window was a glass door, assumably the bathroom. It was actually a really nice room, the walls painted pearly white- it all just seemed perfect- almost plastic or fake. Like a painting, come to reality in front of me. I walk over the closet, and brush my fingers along the hung up clothes. I take down a navy blue t-shirt and jeans. I looked at the tags on the neck and the waist band of the pants- my sizes.

I open the glass door to reveal a shower, a sink, and a toilet. The floor was a cream brown tile, the walls an oddly comforting gray, with stripes of different textures. Towels wait for me on a rack next to the squeaky clean glass door of the shower. I remove my sandy clothes, and dump them in the hamper next to the toilet. I hop into the shower and the water starts pouring down on my head the minute both my feet touched the shower floor. I let the water run through my dirty hair and down my shoulders. My people probably think I'm either dead or as good as gone. I shouldn't be here, really- I should have bolted the minute she showed me those bombs and told me she needed my help. Back to my people. Where I belong. John! Oh my God, John. Where is he now? Dead? I add chasing after that drone and leaving the poor eighteen year old alone on the beach to the list of things I shouldn't have done in the last seven days. I want to go, just jump out of that window and run- but this Allie thing is planning to destroy the world.. She has bombs for gods sake- what am I going to do? She's got some pretty insane ideas in that digital head of hers. How did she even know who I was? Does she know about the ark? Why does she wanna destroy earth? Why does she think I can help? Why does she I think I would help? It's going to take a little more than some delicious food, and almost too good to be true living quarters, to help destroy the world I just got back.