Downfall Of The Living: An Anthology Series

Orphans of the Apocalypse: Chapter 5

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Cynthia and Roger quickly hid inside the garage. Roger slams the garage door. "Go get your brother right now," Roger said, peering out the garage window. "Those guys are coming our way."

"Who are they, Roger?" Cynthia asked.

"No time, kid," Roger snapped. "Get your brother, now!"

Roger ducks down from the garage as the paramilitary group slowly marches down the street. They noticed the noise of the garage door closing. He checks his rifle and magazine. About half a magazine was left of his automatic rifle. He loads the magazine back into his rifle and holds his position as he waits for the armed men to approach.

Cynthia runs into the safe house and looks for Andy. She quickly scans the living room, seeing he isn't there. Frantically, she runs up the stairs calling for Andy, and dashes into the bedroom. Looking around, he wasn't there either. Before she turns around and looks into another room, a hand grabs Cynthia's ankle. Cynthia shrieks.

The hand let go. She drops down to see Andy hiding under the bed. Cynthia cupped Andy's head in her palms. His breathing was in short breaths, and he wasn't directly looking at Cynthia. It was almost the same look he had when the two raiders attacked the couple at the rest stop.

"Andy, we have to go," Cynthia said. "Get your backpack."

Andy remained quiet and shook his head.

"Andy," Cynthia pleaded. "Please, we have to get going."

Andy still refused. Cynthia looked over to the stairs. She wasn't sure how long it would take for those men to find them in the house. Without any other choice, Cynthia makes a risky decision.

"Alright, stay here," Cynthia said. "We'll make sure they don't come here, okay?"

Andy nodded his head. Cynthia pats Andy to comfort him and shushes him to stay silent. As she gets up, she pulls out her revolver from her belt checking her ammo in the cylinder before proceeding downstairs. She checks the crack from the barricade, seeing that the armed men are trying to find a way into the safe house. Quickly, she runs to the garage.

"Roger," Cynthia whispered as she entered the garage. "Where are you?"

The garage door was slowly being open from the outside. Cynthia ducked behind a crate of boxes to her right to stay out of sight. She turned her head and saw Roger ducking behind boxes on the other side of the garage. The garage door was lifted wide open, two men slowly crept in cautiously.

"I thought I heard something here," The voice said. "We should check this house quickly."

Cynthia's heart dropped as the footsteps crept close into the garage. She readied her revolver, but couldn't help shaking as the revolver slightly rattled.

"Holy shit," the voice said. "That's a lot of MREs! Whoever owns this place got prepared."

The man dug through one of the boxes and tossed a pouch to another gunman. For about a good moment they were in awe as they found supplies for themselves. They looked around the garage for other supplies.

"Beck, radio the boss lady," The man said. "I'm gonna take a look in the house, see if they have more supplies."

Cynthia looked at Roger. They both know that Andy was left alone in the room hiding. Roger sees the fear written on her face, he motioned her to stay silent and hidden. Her revolver continued to rattle in her hand. The man makes his way through the garage and was about to walk into the house. Her nerves couldn't take it.

"Screw it," Cynthia whispered to herself. She quickly gets up and aims her revolver at the man.

"Woah, Woah, Woah!" The man exclaimed. "Easy there, kid! Put the gun down! Are you all by yourself kid?"