The Chosen.

Blood

The elevators have stopped working completely so our group heads down the stairs, our footsteps echoing through the empty stairwell. Once outside, the cool darkness greets us again nipping at the tips of my nose and cheeks.

"So i'm thinking we go to the police station." Says Bill

"Good idea." Mia calls out nodding to the rest of us.

"Where is it?" i ask, even though this is my second year i am still not too familiar with the town, i usually just stay around campus.  It's like it's own little community so it's easy to get by with out leaving. Eye contact spreads though out the group looking for someone to come forward

"Oh, i do." says Tom. He turns from us disappearing into the night, we follow.

I keep my arms tucked into my chest trying to conserve my body heat as much as i possibly can. Bill walks next to me and i see Mia desperately trying to catch up to Tom.

"Where are you from, June?"

"Texas."

"AHH southern belle, as the Americans say." he mumbles with a little smile on his face.

"You?"

"Tom and i were born in Germany, came here when we were 16 and moved to LA then Atlanta."

"Wow, big city boy." i say biting my lip trying not to smile, i feel so fucked up for feeling anything other that upset. Everyone is gone and here i am flirting, it's just wrong. He laughs at my comment about big cities breaking me from my thoughts.

"Where we are from in Germany is small, coming here was a huge change for us." I nod noticing he always says we and us signifying him and Tom never part. I guess it makes sense, they're twins i'm sure there is never a bond closer than that. A partner to do life with, someone who would never leave your side. I feel myself becoming jealous, if i was a twin i would never have to be alone. My worst fear would dissipate into the wind.

"Yeah i grew up in a farm town, i get it." My eyes catching Tom and Mia getting acquainted as well, I can't imagine what she sees in that guy. He's a fucking jerk, an air head, the total opposite of Bill. They spend so much time together yet their polarity is astounding, i imagine them being the angel and devil on someones shoulder and giggle under my breath.

Approaching the police station we all see the blue and red lights as they flash into the night, taking one look at each other we all bolt towards them. Our breaths fill the night sky as we reach the police cars hoping and praying we see someone. They're empty.

"FUCK!" screams Zeke, startling all of us. He kicks the tire of the car letting the anger over take him. "I worked so fucking hard for this life, and it's all gone in an instant!!" He yells out with tears in his eyes. Mia sweetly walks over to him embracing her arms around his torso, he just stands in place letting the tears fall from his freckled face. After a few moments he wraps his arms around the tiny girl finally accepting her support. I see Bills hand covering his mouth, shocked and feeling for the boy. Tom stands there kicking rocks seemingly not giving a shit what Zeke is feeling.

"I'm sorry Zeke, I hope we get you back to your life." I say breaking the silence

"We will try everything, I promise." Bill says reaching out patting his arm in comfort. Everyones eyes turn to Tom to say something encouraging next but he's already started making his way into the doors of the police station. Instinctually curious we all follow his lead. I swing open the glass door to an empty office, paperwork scattered on the floor. We walk around the office hoping for any signs of life. Tom reaches and picks up a donut eating it, i roll my eyes at his ability to be so nonchalant about this whole thing.

"What the fuck?" He says with donut falling from his lips, his eyes widening in shock. Jogging over to him we all look down to a large blood smear on the floor. We all eye each other in contemplation of what this means.

"They have to be dead, that's too much blood." i say quietly. Tom nods in agreement, which suddenly surprises me.

"I don't think we should stay here." Says Bill very matter of factly, scared of the evidence of death on the white tile floor. Turning around to leave the station i notice a desk drawer slightly ajar with a shiny silver object inside. I glance around to the others, their attention is distracted so i pull the gun from the drawer slipping it into the back of my jeans. Just for protection, we don't know whats out there and i don't know these people.