Just The Three Of Us

Armin Kats.

October 30th, 2015
CAMBRIDGE ORPHANAGE.
3:57 PM

Armin scrubbed the floors quietly, the rank smell of moist and molded wooden floors filling the old creaky walls of Cambridge Orphanage.
"It's not clean, Amelia."  Cecila scowled,
her fat skin drooping down looking at Armin, or "Amelia".
"Mrs Colts, my name is Armin." He retorted back. Before getting a hard slap across the face, it echoed through the room, Armins fair skin turning red, tears instantly formed in Armins eyes.
"You do not say that filth in my orphanage! I have been giving you a home for 15 years and this is how you repay me?!"
Cecila screamed at him, staring at Armin, disgusted and annoyed by what he had said. She believed what Armin was feeling should be ignored, dismissed, and portrayed as if it was a "demonic cult" he was in. Armin knew the drill, he now had to scrub each room, no speaking, at. all. As well as his normal meals were withdrawn for a week, living there was hell, not any better there was a fucking apocalypse outside. Armin left Cecila, standing there in the hall, and heading to a old room down the corridor, a bucket of warm water, and a old dirty scrubber in hand. He started at the end of the room, scrubbing the corners, making sure he got mostly any dirt. Muttering to himself on how much of a old pillock she was, he soon finished the room, heading to the bathroom, it reeked of sweat, piss and shit, probably cigarettes too, he grimanced, walking to the bath, and washing the floor,
"Do you need any help?" A voice suddenly echoed to him, he spun around, a tall, scrawny boy stood in the doorway, dark chocolate eyes observing Armins green and blue eyes (a rock was thrown at the eye thats blue, causing him blindness to that eye.) "i shouldn't be talking to you." Armin said, his thick accent showing through, on purpose, to make him seem more intimidating. "Your accent is pretty." The boy said, ignoring what Armin said "thank you?" He replied, now he was getting confused, why wasn't he leaving?  "You can go now." Armin said, looking at him, then finishing up the bathroom, walking up the stairs and into a dorm, then starting to clean it, of course, being followed by the boy. "Why are you following me?" Armin asked, slightly annoyed. "Because" he replied
"i don't even know your name."
"Ollie" 
Armin snorted, and laughed, it was a silly laugh, "Ollie? that's something you name your dog."
He said, getting a quick reply from "Ollie"
"well my names actually Oilibhéar, but people call me Ollie"
"so can i just call you oliver? Oilibhéar is too fancy for me." Armin said, before rudely being interrupted by a cough, Mrs Colts. "Amelia. What are you doing?" She said in a disciplining tone, visibly angry. "What does it look like? i'm cleaning." He replied, then muttered under his breath, "you old hag."
"What was that?" Mrs Colts demanded for Armin to repeat himself, Armin ignored her, and continued cleaning. Making a bed, organizing toys. Before Mrs Colts screamed,
"AMELIA OPHELIA KATS!"
Armin turned to her, he was seeing red,
"THATS NOT MY NAME! MY NAME IS ARMIN KATS!"
Oliver watched quietly, until Armin pounced on Mrs Colts instantly throwing hits at her consitantly, Oliver quickly tried pulling him off, it took a bit, but was able to do it, Mrs Colts got up, blood slightly dripped down her nose, she walked over to Armin, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him away. "Oilibhéar, finish this room." She demanded, and pulled Armin into a room, under the stairs, "No mrs Colts please!" He yelled, he was terrified of the room. Mrs Colts ignored his pleads, and threw him in there. Locking the door, as Armin yelled and banged the door, thrashing the door knob in hopes of it opening. Nothing. His breathing hitched, his heartbeat sped up, he started shaking, he sat on the ground, trying to control his breathing, tears ever so quickly formed in his eyes, it was freezing, humid, and dark. It was hard to breathe, it was like the walls were closing in on him, he cried until he just couldn't anymore. He laid down, still yet, struggling to breathe, this was normal for him, but it affected him so much. suddenly the door opened. It was Oliver,
"We need to go, NOW!" he yelled, stretching out his hand, screams were echoing the halls Armin got up quickly, then being pulled outside. Right on time, a loud bang echoed through the entire building, green mist exploded from the windows, which caused Armin and Oliver to cough heavily, they quickly ran off, not wanting to see what was there, maybe it was a shambler? but shamblers are normally in damp and watered places, what was that? They continued running, screams filled everywhere they went. They quickly entered a building, for safety, and so Armin could actually catch a breath. Armin continued hyperventilating, Oliver turned to him "Look at me," he said which Armin did, Oliver grabbed his hands "here's a trick my friend taught me, breathe in," Oliver said, Armin following what he said. "hold" He said, which Armin did, "then breathe out, and keep doing that until your breathing is normal, okay?" He said, smiling at him. Armin continued doing that breathing exercise for 5 more minutes, he was okay, "what was that?" he asked, pin pointing back to the orphanage, "i don't know, all i know it was an infected that had entered Cambridge." Oliver said. Armin got up, "well maybe there's a car or something, something we can use to get out of here." He looked around, finding a car, "maybe that." He said pointing to it. "Why are you rushing? we're safe." Oliver replied "i don't want to be in Cambridge anymore, it brings too many bad memory's that i can't deal with in this situation. "oh, i get that." Oliver replied, then let's go.

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They drove in complete silence. "So.. Amelia-"
"My name is Armin."
"oh.. uh.. so Armin, why did Cecila call you Amelia?" Oliver asked, getting a side eye from Armin. "I was born a girl, and i didn't like it, so i became a boy." Armin said.
"Oh, alright."
"if you don't like it or think i'm in some cult, i'll stop the car, and you can leave."
"no, im like that too."
Armin looked at him, not really knowing what to say, turning on the radio, somehow, it worked, and You and Whose Army? by RadioHead was on. Maybe him and Oliver were going to get along, finally.

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