Bad, But Good Weather (Adopted from True Support)

Ch 6: Driven to Madness

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Lexy's POV

Food. That's what they needed. She felt almost starved. They had a small amount of canned greens left, but Lexy knew she had to wait. Her stomach was ready to take control of her, ready to digest herself. If Lexy had known that was the last sandwich she'd have for a while, she would've chewed it slower.

Lexy had no shame for this. Lexy knew she can't go outside. But she would go crazy of the hunger otherwise. Scraps, leftovers, anything. Lexy found a certain lust. Hunger had driven her. Lexy's eyes narrowed, and she sprinted upstairs on all fours, her legs almost drifting across the polished wood.

She couldn't alarm her mother, in fear. Nicole was basically a demon in the form of a middle-aged stressed woman. Grabbing her phone, backpack and water bottle, she sprinted outside, slamming the door forcefully behind her.

It was calm for now, but she knew the storm would only get stronger. Her twelve-year old self couldn't deal with staying away from food. Growing girl! But she felt reluctant, it wasn't right to do this. But then she found a new emotion. Greed. Lexy ran to the Robinson's house. Strangely, their car wasn't there. She didn't knock on the door. Lexy plowed straight through it. Making her way to the kitchen, her eyes flared yellowish-orange.

Ransacking the fridge, she threw random food items into her backpack. Bread, milk, anything to satisfy her hunger. She felt bad. This was wrong. But a different side of her took over. 'No. This was survival.' Lexy thought, taking a satisfying bite of apple.

Richard's POV

Richard never felt so weak. So unworthy. Ever since he had started working out, he felt like he could do anything. Protect his family. The pink bunny rammed into the storm like a cement block, barely able to get his footing. Richard gave up. He couldn't go against the storm, or reach his car. He let the winds take him back and slam him against the brick wall. This woke Anais up.

"You okay honey?" Richard asked with concern.

Anais looked like she had just seen a ghost. Her face was pale white. With teary eyes, she looked at Richard. It looked like she was out of breath, unable to muster a single word.

"It's okay. We'll get back to mommy" Richard comforted her.

Anais calmed down, pacing her breathes. She turned her head, cocked sideways. Richard followed her gaze and saw hundreds of families, thousands of citizens, all in one direction. How had he not noticed that? He spotted a few families he knew. The Wilsons, The Robinsons. They were all struggling, but surrounding them were construction workers, built like brick walls. They kept the crowd moving smoothly, besides the occasional trip that stopped the crowd. He seemed mesmerized, never before has he seen this big

Richard held a confused gaze. Turning around, he grabbed Anais. Planning to meet up with the large group of citizens, he circled around the building. What he didn't expect was another citizen to the face. Both Richard and Patrick got up.

"You." Patrick Fitzgerald said, squinting his eyes.

"Hello!" Richard said in a happy voice. Richard was now more built like the male peanut. His lean muscular, body had bulk, and not as much fat.

"Hello, Mr. Watterson." Mrs. Fitzgerald greeted Richard. She looked teary eyed, as well as Patrick.

"What happened?" Richard asked the two, and the confused daughter, who was obviously not filled in on the events.

"It's just. Penny. We left her at home, and now..." Mrs. Fitzgerald broke into tears, and Penny's father came to comfort her.

"The twister might have already hit our house. We're not sure. Right now we can only hope..." Penny's father looked longingly at the crowd.