𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖒 | d.f. | book two

🌹 soraya63 🌹

4:16pm

"you may be a sharp shooter, but gray has you in combat," i chuckle, holding my hand out to grayson while he's on the ground.

"took you down each time," v says, offering her hand to matt.

the two take our hands and stand up.

"it's easier for you powered folk," matt says sheepishly.

"i don't have powers," gray points out, chuckling.

"you could've helped me out," matt tells him.

"i did wrestling for a bit. matt's still good in guns. i could never do what he does," gray says.

"hey, alex and i are going to do another hour," june says with her bow and arrows; alex standing next to her holding his knives. i nod at her. "and it's a work in progress matt. you're still learning to use your body."

"i'm a lover not a fighter," he smirks.

i snort.

"and doubt that," i tell him. "i'm catching a shower. be down in a bit," i tell them and dart off to my room.

since power went out, a shower now consists of washing out of a bucket of water that we get from from the river that we boil and strain.

strenuous, but we need clean water.

gray has taught me a lot about survival.

i'm glad he survived.

he's been okay since we both were almost dead.

life's changed so much in the short, but long time span of two months. no power. the silence. not really any survivors, even if we try to look for them.

i can adapt to the no electricity thing, but i can't subscribe to the human race just gone; wiped out from existence. or the fact that my group is one of the last few survivors on this planet. powers, and non powers.

how?

i honestly could care less about that.

i just want apple back.

i want our lives to not be, being chased by the stupid government. dominic would come to his senses. we'd all get along. maybe matt not included.

i just want happiness.

peace?

anything really.

i enter my room and head to the bathroom.

i peel my sweaty clothes off and dip my towel and soap in my bucket of water, as i step in the tub.

i guess i miss the heat of the water, or the pressure of it coming out from the shower head.

but life isn't that anymore.

or will be again.

it's like the zombie apocalypse without the zombies.

and thank god for that. it would make all of this much, much harder.

i rub my soap into my towel and begin to wash myself. i wash under my arms and try to get my back as best as i can.

a small headache creeps into the back of my head.

i ignore it.

i probably need to eat.

grayson's been our cook for all this time. i've picked up a bit more cooking skills from him.

we try not to go out for rations often in case ann is watching or anyone who dislikes me.

which even if ann is watching, i'm ready to kill her.

with no remorse.

she's the one thing that keeps being a pain in my ass.

the bane of my existence.

the headache pounds harder.

i groan.

i need to eat something.

i finish rubbing soap on my legs and butt. i grab the bucket and pour the water over my body. i sigh to myself and grab my towel.

i take a step out of the tub.

the headache moves from the back of my head to the front and through my entire body, feeling like an electrical shock.

i fall out of the tub, my body tensing at the sensation.

i hit the floor with a thud.

"what the fuck?" i curse, confused on what's going on.

then it dawns on me.

🌹 | apple?! apple?! it's ray! are you there?!

she doesn't say anything. i wait on the bathroom floor, in silence, for anything.

is that her name?

🌹 | dominic?