Hope wasn't made for us

chapter 7- The Sunset

Chapter 7

It's been about 2 days, and everything was going well.......it felt nice to sleep on a bed and have clean clothes and fresh food. And protection from biters. should i even call them that? one was lucy, her face, her voice but somehow not her.  i watched it happen, still i want to believe it's not them. but it is. tears form in my eyes as i think about it, my sister......what if she turned.

My mother didn't tell us, but I'm going to guess she did; why else would she be so scared? I know I should hope for the best, but this life is new. Being outside the walls is new enough; this isn't how I dreamed it would be. It's not that I dreamed of being outside the walls, I just wanted to know what exactly happened and why we couldn't talk about it. I think about how the world used to be before the walls; it was wonderful, the books I read, the things I learned. I wonder why we stopped all those things—concerts, shows, movies, dancing, music. My world is not like that. We aren't allowed to go against the rules; we have no freedom. We just follow the rules and keep walking.

I grabbed some soup and water for my mom; things weren't going well with her. She didn't talk, and I barely got her to eat when Ryder approached me. I was pulled out of my thoughts.

"Hey, um, nice to see you again," Ryder smirked, the jerk... I was still sad about my sister, but I put on a happy face and gave him a soft smile.

"Nice to see you too, Ryder," I say, rolling my eyes, still annoyed by the nickname he's chosen for me.

"Well, that wasn't very convincing," he smirks, walking beside me.

"Can you read me that easily?" I ask, rolling my eyes again and sighing, which seems to amuse him.

This is the first time a guy has made an effort to talk to me, but it doesn't feel genuine. I mean, Ben did, but this feels different than it did with Ben.

"Is there something you need, or do you just enjoy stalking people?" I inquire, prompting a deep chuckle from him. I try to hide my blush by busying myself with pouring soup into a bowl.

"I certainly enjoy stalking you," he admits, making me laugh a little as we exchange a glance before I look away again, struggling to maintain eye contact. "But I did need something."

"Are you busy tonight?" he asks, causing me to roll my eyes once more.

"Yes very, so sorry" i say sarcastically making him chuckle. once again making me look away, i placed the bowl down and grabbed a water bottle, i was very thirsty, and i needed to calm my nerves.

"I want to show you something" he said. making me choke a bit on my water, but i covered it up, by clearing my throat. 

"That's too bad, I'm super busy tonight," I say with a feigned sad smile.

"Hm, how about tomorrow night?" he asks.

"Come to think of it, I'm busy for a while; don't know when I'll be free," I answer, smiling. He smiles back.

"So tonight, after curfew, I'll come get you," he says, not accepting my busy excuse, which makes me smile... knowing we both knew I wasn't busy.

"No, Ryder," I say, walking away when I really meant yes... I had a feeling he knew that.

"See ya tonight!" he yells after me, and I shake my head.

"Hm, he's cute," a girl whispers, startling me a bit before I smile. She has long dark hair, pulled into a perfect ponytail, blue eyes, and one tattoo that I can see on her arm. She is beautiful, smiling with her white teeth showing.

"yeah, he is" i said looking where she was, her gaze still on him....as he helped an old lady find her tent. he really was. 

"What an ass" she smirked as we both kept staring.