Evan
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I wake up on the cold concrete floor with my brown hair in my face. The nightmare floods back to me, causing me to sit up.
"It's not real. It's not real It's not real."
No matter how many times I tell myself that I can't forget my blue eyes turning red. The blood on my hands and bodies scattered around me with the pin on my chest.
"I'm not one of them."
That helps. I know for a fact I'm not one of them. They are the enemy. I clench my fist until my usually pale skin turns red, feeling my nails dig into my hand.
I look out the window at the dark sky. I was told it used to be a beautiful blue, but something happened, and it became a dark red.
I can't imagine a blue sky. It doesn't seem possible.
I hear a scratching at the door and open it. As usual, my cat Mystic is outside with a rat.
"I never understand how you get those."
She comes in and drops it in her bed before tearing into it.
I chuckle lightly, closing the door.
"I suppose it is time for breakfast."
I look inside my food drawer but only find a handful of peanuts.
I sigh and scoop them up.
"I guess I have to go out too."
Going out is always dangerous. The forgotten ones are always hunting.
There are also the cults and other survivors who may not be so friendly.
I've heard a rumor of a cure, but no one knows where it is. Those who look dissappear. Most of us blame the shattered.
I stand up and get ready, grabbing what little weapons I have.
Then I push open my door and walk into the abandoned city. I heard it used to be called Chicago, but now we call it Desolation.
I walk quietly and carefully. The forgotten ones are attracted to sound, and the shattered won't hesitate to shoot.
I also don't want to run into anyone from a nearby camp called The Lost.
There's a supermarket coming up that I've been raiding for a while. I look around the corner, carefully seeing no one.
I carefully sneak to the entrance knife in hand. There's no one inside right now, but you can never be too careful.
I slowly creep inside, careful not to step on the shattered glass of the doors.
I sigh, pulling out my bag and beginning to fill it as quietly as possible.
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Sarah
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I'm so hungry.
A few days ago, the shattered raided my camp, leaving us with nothing.
Then, the forgotten ones attacked.
We tried to split up to lose them, but some of us still got taken.
Other than that, it worked well, but now I'm own with nowhere to go.
I see an abandoned supermarket in the distance and carefully move towards it.
I peer through the doors to find no one inside, but I have a feeling something there.
Carefully entering, I sneak through the isles.
I hear sound coming from the next aisle, so I carefully look around a stack of cans.
It's Evan, the loner!
I watch him shove a box of crackers into one of his bags.
I don't know if I should approach him. He's never attacked anyone, but he's made it clear he prefers to be alone.
I feel something watching us. Evan straightens up, causing me to attempt to step back.
I feel my hand brush a can, and the whole stack collapses.
The sound of metal hitting tile can be heard echoing through the store.
"Shit!"
I stand in full view of Evan.
"Idiot."
Excuse me!
Evan stands up and looks at me.
"Go warn your party. There's something worse here than forgotten ones."
He can sense it, too?!
I respond, but I'm unable to keep the unease from my voice.
"I don't have a party."
He pauses, looking at me.
"You people always have a party."
I shake my head.
"My camp was raided by the shattered."
He seems to have a mental battle before responding.
"So you're alone?"
I nod.
He takes a deep breath before making me an offer.
"If you want, you can stay with me but only until you can set up your own place."
Did he really just offer that?
(Unfinished)
