Wills P.OV
I heard the other guys approach the living room. I didn't want to be a part of what was about to happen. Instead I decided to make myself useful and go scavenging for a little while. It was going to have to be a short trip because the sun was going to set in about half an hour.
"I'm gonna go do some stuff!" I shouted as I walked out of the back door. I didn't get a reply.
I walked over to the front of the house and towards the street that our neighborhood branches off of.
"Towards the city or not?" I debated in my head. Sometimes I seriously considered the possibility of insanity as one of my mental conditions.
"Away." I decided. I walked down the road. The first mile was pretty much greenery accompanied by the occasional house. Houses began to appear more frequently afterwards. Just a couple minutes after my first mile I came across a house that I could tell had things in it!
"Yes!" I muttered to myself. I turned into their driveway and tried the door. It opened easily and I was astounded at what I found. The place looked like a pig sty. There well piles of trash on the floor and a broken window in the living room. I quickly retraced my steps and decided to hunt elsewhere. I considered just going back to the house but decided against it. I still had a lot of time left. As I walked a home on the left looked amazing. I was going to have to drag Damon down here one day so he could draw it. The sun was shining right through a broken window, it almost seemed like an omen.
As I walked up a small hill I wondered if Katrina lived around here. Her house would have to be furnished but the only house with possessions I had encountered was the pig sty, and Katrina looked to good for it. I neared the crest of the hill, and stopped to admire the view. The scenery was phenomenal, and a steep down hill drop was in front. I almost thought I could see something lying on it.
I walked faster now, maybe the thing on the slope was useful! As I neared it I realized the thing was not a thing, as a matter of fact, it was a person. I sped up to a jog and ran down hill.
Oh my fucking god. It was Katrina. Her head and other parts of her body were scratched up, and she was lying in a pool of blood. I could still see the subtle rise and fall of her chest, but this was really dangerous. It was possible that she would die any second. I struggled to pick her up and finally managed to hold her bridal style. Her body jerked for a second and her eyes opened.
"Thank you." She whispered, and slumped in my arms again. I sprinted towards my house, this sense of urgency making me strong. My heart twisted every time I looked at her face growing paler and paler, and I was pretty sure my arm against her head was the only thing stopping the bleeding.
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Sorry for the short chapter, but I had to get it out there! Is Kat gonna make it through? I will not update again till this gets at least 3 votes. Thanks for understanding, and I love you all! Comment, vote, and fan!
~Anastasia
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Broken Windows
Roman pour AdolescentsLife in a country that has been ravaged my biowarfare is hard. Fourteen year old Kat knows this firsthand. As far as she knows, there is no one left. That is... Except for her sister.