When Death opens the door

Chapter 23: Moving in

Ponyboy's P.O.V.

The train screeched to a halt as Moo woke me up. "We need to get off." She said. I nodded and we jumped off. We walked up the streets in search of something. Suddenly Moo grabbed me and drug me over to a house. "Perfect." she said. "What's if for?" I asked. "Us. It's abandoned and it won't be sold anytime soon." she said. It was a junky looking on the outside, but I could probably fix it. We walked in and Moo looked around. "Needs some work." she said. "Nothing I can't fix." I said. She smiled and we continued through the house. I asked if she was sure about this and she said she was. I walked to what I figured was the living room and plopped down on the couch. "Oh my gosh! Ponyboy!" Moo screamed. I jumped up and expected the worst as I ran into a room. "What?!" I shouted. I saw her standing there staring at what I assume was a kitchen. "There's already all the appliances!" she exclaims. She runs over to the oven, then the microwave, then the fridge. "Dammit Moo. You scared the shit outta me!" I shouted. She looked over at me with a shocked look on her face. "Language Ponyboy." She said slyly. "Just don't scream unless you're in trouble." I said. She smiled and nodded before going back to admiring the kitchen. I walked back to the living room and was about to sit down when she screamed again. "Let me guess. They have a toaster too!" I shout. When she doesn't respond I get nervous. I walked back to the kitchen to find her pressed against the counter. "Moo." I said. I ran over to her and she grabbed me. "Moo. What's wrong?" I ask softly. "I know how to stop the monster." She whispered. "How?" I ask. "I'm not ready." She whispered. "What are you not ready for?" I asked. "It's like the movies." She said. "What?" I asked. "To stop the monster and change it you and I have to..." She said before trailing off. My eyes widened as she stared into the distance. "How do you know?" I asked. "He told me." She said. "I'm not ready." She murmured. "It's okay. We've got awhile." I said. "No we don't. He's giving us a week." She whispered.