Asher's point of view.
I took my hands off the wheel for only a slight moment to rub my eyes before returning them, straightening out the van along the dirty road.
All maps, food and clothing was stuffed into the back.
Driving was my only plan for the day.
Every moment I blinked, I saw them. I saw Clara laughing in the wind, her hand tightly tugging on Lucy's fingers, leading her towards the places to be explored.
Even the memory of them was beautiful.
I focused my eyes on the buildings in the distance, where the road was leading too.
From the distance, the buildings seemed to represent a country town, but I was not ready. I was not ready to be faced with the living and the dying.
Although the middle of the day, I pulled the van over, parking in some nearby scrub to provide some sort of coverage, for the night. Taking deep breaths, I turned on the radio, only to be greeted with a loud blast of music.
Rolling down all the windows, I screamed until their was nothing left in me.
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Peyton's point of View.
I had a small bag slung over my shoulder. A nights rest was all I needed before deciding it was time to leave, time to move on.
I had gathered food and clothing but it never seemed to be enough.
Tight rags stayed wounded around my wrists as I continued to walk, the dry blood lingering the air around me.
Travelling had never been a big thing for me, I was ever ready to flee who I was.
As I walked, I broke into a laugh.
My time was up.
And I, Peyton, was going to the city to die.
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My Timeless Torment.
Non-FictionLucy was born into a world of infection. Known as "The Demon's Collar," the fast spreading disease continues to evolve until it reaches every healthy persons worst fear, the disease is now airborne. Running from everything she had ever known, Lucy...
