"i think we're like Fire and Water
i think we're like the wind and sea
you're burnin' up, i'm coolin' down
you're up, i'm down
you're blind I see"
Y/N L/N was always known for her fiery spirit and golden aura. Trials and tribulations...
don't ever tame your demons just keep them on a leash
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Chapter One—She Wishes It Was Dark
"God fucking damn it!" I cursed, slamming my hands down on the steering wheel of the car I had been driving in. Out of gas. I shouldn't be so upset. I expected this to happen, as soon as I started my drive with a quarter tank of gas. I reached over to the passenger seat and pulled over my map, opening it wide. East. I needed to head east to get to Atlanta. I looked up in attempt to find any street signs, but no avail. I was in the middle of nowhere—near a quarry.
"Come on y/n..." I whispered to myself, slowly stepping out of my car and reaching into the backseat to grab my backpack, tucking my folded map into my pocket. "You've hiked trails before. This won't be that hard." I breathed. "Maybe you could get down to that quarry for water."
Man, talking to yourself really makes you seem insane.
I hoisted my bag over my shoulder and began walking, leaving my poor Toyota behind. I'll miss you, Betty. It had been my car since college days. She took me everywhere. From Kings County to Boston once, but that's besides the point. I began walking on the side of the road, and that's how it went for hours.
My feet carried me almost four miles around the quarry, at least that's what it felt like. I couldn't really tell, but I could see the sunset coming along. I couldn't be out here at night, not with just my knife. A knife I found in a drawer when raiding a house. What? It's not like they were gonna come back for it. As I walked along the side of the road, I could just barely hear distinct chatter amongst a group of people. "Oh no..." I thought. People. What if they were raiders too? They could kill me on the spot. But what if they're good people? They could help me get to Atlanta—to the refugee center.
I crouched down behind the weeds, and slowly inched my way closer. My feet burned from all my walking and my stomach ached for a meal, but now wasn't the time to think about it. I slowly peered through the weeds, and low and behold, there was a camp flowing with people left and right. Children and adults alike. I could just smell the cooking fish on the fire. It made my stomach growl in a quiet rumble. I placed my hand on my stomach, and patted it in attempt to quiet it down.
"Hey—" I was barely paying attention when hiding, and now I was spotted by someone. A tall man, with black fluffy hair, and a prominent nose bridge. "Hey, who the hell-"
"Stay back!" I suddenly shouted. Clearly I wasn't thinking straight. I pulled my knife from my pocket and pointed it at him, only to see him raise his hands.
"Hey! Whoa whoa, watch the knife!" He ushered, but I kept my stance. Ready to attack at any moment. "Who are you?" He didn't bother looking me in my eyes, he was trained on watching the knife.
