Demons V2

Chapter 2: The Cabin

George POV.

“George, get up, you're laying on me, idiot.” I groaned as my shoulder was being shaken violently by the brunette who had been on the bed beside me. Well, he was still on the bed beside me but I preferred to pretend he wasn’t since it made sleeping a lot easier.
“What the fuck Karl?” I responded. “I was having a nice dream.”

“Can you have a nice dream when you’re not making it hard for me to breathe? I like my oxygen, thank you very much.” I rolled my eyes at him before climbing out of the single bed and taking my time to stretch as I attempted to wake up.

The cabin that we lived in was cold in the early hours of the morning even though it was almost Spring. Since neither of us wanted to freeze to death, we’d share a bed and all the blankets we had in order to try and get extra body heat.

There wasn’t much choice either way. We’d both stumbled across this abandoned cabin just over a year ago and it only had one bed, and because of the total destruction of life as we knew it, we had bigger priorities than getting a second one.

Almost ten years ago now, when I was sixteen and Karl was fourteen, demons took over our planet, forcing every human being from our normal lives into hiding. Any human who was still alive and hadn’t been captured or killed fled to the forest. Although you couldn’t really consider hiding in caves and fearing for your safety being alive.

Karl had been much worse off than I was. He had a family which he had lost during this whole charade, but I’d lost mine years before that. Any pain I felt towards the loss of my family was long gone by the time the demons came trying to destroy us all. Not that there was much pain anyway, they had been abusive and that was why I left.

Neither of us shared our pain with one another. I never told Karl about my abusive upbringing or why I had run away from home when I was younger. He in return never told me about the way in which he had lost his family. All the pain and suffering we were having to endure in the present were more important to focus on than the pain and suffering from the past.

I glanced over at the brunette, noting that he was getting changed with his back to me and so I turned to do the same. We didn’t have many pairs of clothes, yet we still liked to keep our hygiene to a respectable standard. For each pair of clothes we’d wear all clothes besides underwear for two days. Then we’d clean everything..

That was my plan for today. I was going to take my clothes down to the river and clean them since I only had one clean set of clothes excluding what I was wearing. So after I have something to eat I will make the trek down to the river and wash my clothes, before cleaning myself, and knowing Karl he’d probably do the same.

Whoever had owned the cabin before the demons arrived had seemingly stocked everything up just before that. There was a first aid kit full of bandaids, ointments, and instructions for everything from treating burn wounds to performing CPR. There was lots of food (most of which was mouldy by that point). But there was also lots of soap in a cabinet in the bathroom.

Soap was a luxury, making us feel almost human in this time of survival. One bar helped Karl and I, and our clothes feel cleaner than just water would allow, and most other people shared a similar mindset. We’ve come across groups of survivors who would give us enough food for a week for something like soap. Something to make them feel human again.

“What do we have for breakfast?” I asked, watching as the taller brunette walked over to the cupboard where we stored all of our food.
“Not much.” Karl responded, his gaze soft and worried. “We’re almost out of food. I don’t think we’ll have enough for the rest of Winter.”

After he said that I looked over his shoulders, seeing that there was not enough to last past a few days. “What should we do?” The younger one asked, looking over at me for guidance since I was older and had experienced living without much food since before the demons came when I lived on the streets.