Our Life (Sequel to "Remnants")

Mysteries

-Riley-

When I first heard the discreet crack of the sniper rifle up in the steeple, I passed it off as nothing more than the killing of walker. I was only able to take one more step before I am stopped in my tracks.

It takes me a moment to comprehend the bullet that chinks against the inside of the wall, mere millimeters from my head, and another second to react.

I dived down behind a nearby wall, both shocked and bewildered by what had just happened, trying to comprehend just why I had barely escaped death inside supposedly the safest place in the apocalypse .

Aiden...

It must be. He swore to avenge his father, and just I gave him the perfect opportunity.

Jesus Christ, I literally felt the air rush by my face- the bullet must have been millimeters away, at the most.

Shook up by the fact that if I had just took one more step, I would not be here anymore, I crawled back using the wall for protection until I finally reach the back of a nearby cottage, out of the sniper scope's view.

I couldn't predict Aiden's next move - he was a very unpredictable person. Would he just leave it, and deny it? Would he leave the steeple and come looking for me? Would he say it was an accident? Would he try to kill me again?

The list of possibilities was endless, and I wasn't about to go parading after Aiden with my pistol held up - scaring people was not a good idea, not to mention that Aiden is Deanna's son, and there's no way in hell she would forgive me if I was responsible for the death of yet another of her relatives.

After a few panicked seconds of thought, I concluded to return home, where if need be I would be able to arm myself without making a scene in the middle of the zone.

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The walk back to my home seemed like the longest walk ever. I didn't want to run, for fear of drawing attention, but knowing that Aiden could literally be anywhere in the zone had me gripping my pistol until my knuckles were white.

Danger could be lurking down any street, and with Aiden's sniper scope he could be watching from anywhere up to the other end of the zone.

Eventually, however, I reached my own front door, and it could not have been more appreciated. Bursting inside as though I had just reached an oasis in the middle of the desert, I felt considerably safer in the building I had come to call 'home.'

But Aiden was out there somewhere, and I didn't know when or where he would attack from, if he did attack.

Christ, Riley, you're treating the situation like some God-forsaken terrorist attack. You don't even know if it was Aiden up there.

At that moment, I looked down at myself and noticed that I had worn the same coat that I'd worn when I had killed the man on the run.