We're Not Alone

Chapter 21

"Trevor and Jamila, you check over to the right. Nirvana and Paisley go check to the left and I'll go through the center," Dad directs.

We all nod in agreement and split up.

Trevor starts from the back and me from the front.

I am careful to search through all drawers in search for any weapons or food. In the first set of drawers I look through there is a packet of ammo, some arrows, another pistol, some rubbing alcohol and some rags.

I continue searching through every drawer and cupboard that is unlocked and am very successful with the amounts of ammo and alcohol I found.

Once we had finished we met at one of the desks in the center of the room and sorted out our goods. Each, we received enough food for a week, enough ammo to last us about 2 massive shoot outs and I made enough molotovs, bombs and smoke bombs for us to have 3 of each.

"This place looks so pure. Like nothing is happening out there," Nirvana almost looks pained to say.

She's very right. Nothing is out of place. Not a single crack in any window, all of the desks are lined up perfectly.

"We should go upstairs, there must be more things up there," Dad suggests.

We all go through the stairwell to the next floor up, and all we see as we walk through the door is weapons. Guns, long range and short range, ammo, first-aid kits, any thing we could need really.

"Go on, pick your weapons," Dad says as he sees us all eyeballing all that's in front of us.

I get my self ten more arrows, some ammo for my guns, a rifle and I craft as much as I can which I distribute evenly between all of us.

"This place is like a heaven," Trevor admires.

"But, without losing a peice of me, how will I get into heaven?" I answer.

We burst into fits of laughter until Nirvana yells, "Joey! Come here!"

"What's wrong?" We all say running towards her.

"Feel this!" She says as she points to her stomach.

Dad places his hand where she was pointing. "Oh my god! Girls, feel this."

We do as told and we feel kicking in her stomach. Me and Paisley look each other in the eyes and we both smile.

"If it's a boy, can it's name be Connor?" We ask simultaneously.

"Certainly, and if it's a girl, it will be Emily? Just for Tegan?"

I nod in agreement. "That would be beautiful."

"Did everyone get what they wanted?" Dad asks.

"I did." I answer.

"Me too." Everyone else says.

"Alright then, let's get to New York today."

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"Do you remember Zedd's song with Troye Sivan?" Trevor raves.

"Yeah, I didn't like it."

"Are you kidding?! What about you Pais'?"

"What? Oh, yeah, it was alright. I wouldn't necessarily rave about it."

"Well between you and me. Me and him were working together to make a song together."

"Really?!" Me and Paisley ask at the same time.

"That would be a song I would like."

"We were nearly finished too, but he had to go back to Perth urgently and that's why it was me that came with Connor."

"Sing some of it to me."

And though, the world was falling

Falling down around me

You were there still right next to me...

He continues singing the rest of the song.

"That sounds like a really good song. So, if this thing is only in America, are you saying Troye should be safe?"

"Should be."

"Good, I love him so much."

"More than me?"

"No, nearly."

"More than me?" Paisley asks with concern.

"..... Maybe."

Her bottom lip pops out.

"Of course I don't love him more than you. That's impossible."

"Naww. You two are cute." Trevor coos, so we turn to him and pull the ugliest face possible. "Never mind..."

"You love me..." I say as I booty bump him.

"I do," He says wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Come into this house over here, we'll stay the night."

I never realized but the sun was nearly set and it was six o'clock.

We follow along behind Dad into a small house, have some food to eat and go to sleep.

Tomorrow, we are going to get to New York.

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I wake up from slight shaking and whispering, "Jamila? Jamila?" Slowly my eyes drift open to see Trevor smiling down on me.

Man, I love him. I never I would say, one of my favourite YouTubers has fallen in love with me.

"Hello, lovely. Your Dad has made us some breakfast, come on." He holds out his hand to help me up.

"Hey bum," Paisley says as I walk into the kitchen.

"Hola, Pablo."

"Pablo?"

"Yes, Pablo."

"Here, eat this," Dad says placing a plate of toaster waffles in front of me.

"Thanks, Dad."

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"When you're in New York! Concrete jungle where dreams are made o..." Paisley, Trevor and I sing until we are interrupted by a loud crash.

"Shhh, what was that?" Dad says quietly.

Out of nowhere a group of close to twenty infected come running out towards us.

On instinct I pull out one of my guns and start shooting at them. I successfully hit five of them, before I miss and hit something else.

All I hear is a yelp, a shrill cry and then nothing.