Once Bitten

Adventure, Start (2)

(Swear warning)

When MK woke up his eyes felt crusty and hard to open, like he'd cried himself to sleep and the tears had dried on his lashes, sticking his eyelids together uncomfortably. He yawned, feeling abnormally achy all over, and concluded that he must have either slept wrong or had gotten very little sleep last night.

He was going to be late for school! 

He sat up quickly, rubbing at his eyes and blinking them open, surprised that the lights in the room were still on and he was in his dads' room. What was he doing in here? Then his eyes widened as it clicked and he remembered yesterday, quickly stumbling out of his dads' bed, and rushing downstairs to the shop. 

"No, no, no, please let that have been a bad dream." He got to the door separating himself from the little restaurant's dining room, taking in a deep breath as he placed his hands on the door, ignoring that he couldn't hear even a pin-drop from behind it. 

"Please let them be in here. Please, please, please." He chanted to himself before making that final step and pushing the door open. 

The room was empty. 

"NO! No, no, no this isn't fair!" He cried out, wanting to scream and wail but not having the energy for it. Instead, he sulked, moving over to the stool near the bar that Tang sat at so often and pushing his head into his arms, tiredness, and weariness dragging him down. He'd only just woken up and already he wanted to go right back to sleep, right back to obliviousness. He wished he could call his family, text Mei, and make sure everyone was okay. They could be dead for all he knew. 

If only he had his fucking phone. 

He yelled, rage blinding him as he went over to the nearest stall and chucked it at the wall. Then he grabbed another, screaming as he picked that one up and crashed it against the counter hard enough to shatter one of the legs off. 

"I hate this!" He yelled out, frustration bubbling over as he flipped over a table, uncaring that they were Pigsy's beloved tables as he threw a chair onto the floor, breaking that too. Good. Maybe that would get him to just come home already.

A noise sounding like a wail from a monster outside halted his movements, his breathing which had been previously coming out in hot, angry pants now non-existent as he held his breath, listening to the sounds of something slamming against the front door. 

He didn't dare breathe, his hand held over his mouth tightly as he stayed in place without moving a single muscle, and eventually, after what felt like forever, the banging stopped, and dragging footsteps moving away from his home left. 

Only when he was sure that whatever that had been had lost interest and was truly gone did MK breathe, letting out a deep breath as he tried to get his trembling under control, legs feeling like jelly and all of the previous anger zapped out of him. 

He went to go back upstairs to collapse onto his dads' bed again and cry only for a piece of paper he hadn't noticed before, too busy feeling sorry for himself, on the counter. On the top was his name, MK, and he quickly scrambled over to it to pick it up, eyes wide as he read the letter written in familiar handwriting. 

MK,

We're being evacuated and they won't tell us where just somewhere that's West of here. I really hope you've been evacuated too kid and we'll see you there because if not I'm going to hate myself for leaving you behind. If you are reading this then thank God you're safe and please stay safe, and why the hell aren't you answering your damn phone? If I don't find you at the evacuation sight I'll come back to find you, I swear it. I love you kid, and I'll see you soon,