The day we fell.

chapter 03: where are they now?

Lucy's POV:

We made it out of the school in one piece and are now making our way back. "We should contact our parents, let them know we're okay," Tom mentioned, pulling his phone out before putting back in "No signal." "Figured that out," I laugh, pointing to a nearby service tower on fire. He paused and noticed what I meant, Jace laughing at Tom, mocking his reaction. Tom and Jace were close, but me and him were closer. They've been friends for ages, but I always felt like I pulled them apart, I mean, ever since Tom was introduced to me, something changed between them. Whether it ever was me or not, something changed when I was a part of the picture, but they're still friends, and that's all that matters to me. As we walk, trying to find our way around the dead carcasses, we talk about how we're going to survive. "We need a food source and clean water," I thought out loud, while Jace mocked me and pulled a "no shit Sherlock" on me. It's daily now, so I laugh along.

 At this point, I'm still between them, one hand on Tom's blazer and the other holding Jace's hand. That wasn't an issue. Of course, we were always inseparable, and we still are. When the school was obviously still a school and not a ghost town we'd all be with each other. Me and Tom, me and Jace, Tom, and Jace or even all three of us. We always stuck together throughout the worst shit that could ever happen to children at this time, and we always will, I mean, at this point.. we don't have a choice. We all have ways to help each other during this apocalypse. Tom and Jace can fight, and Jace can also sense when things are wrong easily, too. They go well together, a perfect duo. What about me? I always will wonder that for as long as I love, which may be shorter than I intended due to the circumstances. I can read people, that's good. Yeah, it would've been good if there were fucking people around, for all we know we could be the last people alive. We made a few notes, zombies hate daylight, so it'll be a smart move to do the things we need to during daylight hours. Avoid dark and dimly lit areas, zombies like that. Aim for the head, well, I sort of figured that out myself while Tom was bashing the zombies' heads. "Fear is your greatest enemy," Tom says, "so it's best to never show fear unless it's to the people in our group. Zombies sense it-" and blah blah blah, I did listen to Tom, but the crows feasting on the dead bodies around us kind of made me sick. 

We wandered through the abandoned city looking for a goal. "Ok, so the plan is, we need to get to our homes and look for our families, get food, water and medical supplies, we build a shelter or inhabit a building and survive," said Tom with a rather calm tone to his voice. "Tom, is it the wisest thing to look for our families?" Questioned Jace. Tom turned to face them, a confused expression filled his face. "What do you mean? Of course, we need to look for our families, " Tom replied, the calmness disappearing and being replaced with confusion. "Well Tom, the infection might have already gotten to them, and you don't want to see your family like that, do you -" "THEY AREN'T INFECTED!" Yelled Tom, cutting Jace off. Tom never was good with losing loved ones to those he loved he formed these special bonds with, but the rest he didn't care about. "Tom, I'm just saying, it isn't unlikely that they aren't infected, daylight is going, and night is coming, we won't live much longer after that" replied Jace, putting a hand of comfort on his shoulder. "Ok, yeah, we will find somewhere to stay the night and then find supplies tomorrow." Replied Tom, tired forming in his eyes. We made eye contact, and he immediately wiped the tears away.