Someone To Run To (Sequel to Run)

:2: Someday

"Four cobs of corn please," I say to the old woman at the counter, her gray hair bobbing as she reaches behind her to get the items I request. While I wait, I look around for Camic with Auburn, who wandered off in search of some beef for tonight's dinner as well.

"Sixty-four cents please," the woman tells me, as I hand her the money and grab the already husked corn to place in a wicker basket I hold. Now where is Camic... I wonder, turning around to face the busy farmer's market and search through the crowd of people. I never was one for shopping, usually Margret did all that, including the cooking, but when Camic thought it would be good for Auburn to get out, I am then forced to as well.

"Freshly cut meat! Straight from the farm animals to you!" I hear someone cheerfully shout, making me turn towards the noise knowing Camic and Auburn would be there getting what they needed. Behind me sat a booth full of fresh meat, something people paid a lot for when the farmer's marker came around due to how rare it was to get. I mean, you can't just grow animals from a patch of dirt...

"Camic!" I shout, jumping up to try and see past all of the tall bodies. The booth might be right in front of me, but people line the place beyond belief and make it incredibly hard to see anything. Groaning, I shove my way through the dirty, grudged up townsfolk to make my way up front, searching for Camic and Auburn as much as I can, before being shoved out of the way and tossed back into the street right where I started from.

"What has this world come to? We fight over meat like we are savages..." I whisper, shaking myself off and sighing. Right as I am about to give up, however, I look to my right to see Camic at a different booth entirely with Auburn attached to his hip holding a bag of what I presume to be the beef we need.

Smiling, I am more than glad to have finally found them, but once noticing who Camic speaks to I stop dead in my tracks. Their new uniform scares me more than it had before, as the black metal suit covers their entire body, leaving space for their head when they aren't wearing a helmet. The small white emblem of a gun on the top right pocket tells who they are, and I still have to process that Camic is talking to one of them-with my baby.

"What are you doing?" I screech, basket still in my hand as I rush over to the three of them and stand a bit behind Camic from the Guard in front of us all.

"Honey, there you are! We were just going to get you!" Camic smiles, as same does Auburn in his grasp. Slightly smiling back at Auburn, I look to Camic with a frown as my eyes dart up then to the Guard. His helmet is secured off and to the side, showing his peaceful pale face and piercing blue eyes, but that doesn't mean he still doesn't scare me.

"What are you doing talking to this Guard?" I whisper to Camic, grabbing Auburn out of his arms and holding her to my chest. "Auburn should not be near them!" I say a bit louder, looking up once more to the man whose brown bushy eyebrows crease in frustration. I know Camic is a Guard as well, but in no way do I want any other Guard than him to possibly recognize me and turn me back into the fugitive house of correction. I am still an escapee...

"Carnate, Benjamin's okay, he won't hurt Auburn-or you,"Camic tells me, holding onto my waist and looking back to the Guard whose name is apparently Benjamin. "he and I worked together back in Michigan, luckily we both got granted to come here together with a couple other guys," Camic ends, as Benjamin nods and smiles down at me. Trying to smile up at his six foot structure as well, I do as best as I can and unravel myself from Auburn; knowing if Camic said it is okay, it must be.

"Hello, sorry, I've had a few run-ins with your kind in my past and can get quite overwhelmed when confronted with one again, especially near Auburn," I say quietly, trying not to be too loud near the other people around me rushing back and forth.

"My kind? I think you have me confused. I am nothing like those other police officers, I do not kill innocent people for doing things they should be allowed in the first place to do. I only keep the peace, I would not kill or hurt someone; even if told to do so," he says to me nicely, leaning back against a wooden post behind him.

"That is very kind, I am glad to hear there are people like you out there," I reply, looking over to Camic knowing that is how he is as well. "If only there were more. I would love my baby to grow up in a world where police officers are a good thing, not bad," I speak sadly to him, as he nods and agrees with my words.

"Someday I hope something will get better... Someday," he whispers, before saying he must be off and leaving Camic, Auburn, and I there to watch him leave.

"I'm sorry I got upset at first about Benjamin, and Auburn being by him," I tell Camic on our way back home, trying our hardest to go through the good part of town where bodies aren't laid strewn about and wild dogs can't attack you at first sight.

"It's alright, but you should understand that there is no place safer than with me. And I would never try to put you or Auburn in any harm, ever," he tells caringly, grabbing the basket from my hand and carrying it for me as I hold a sleeping Auburn on my hip.

"That is very sweet," I say with a smile, before getting back home and putting Auburn down for a nap before dinner. "When do you work next?" I ask Camic once handing over the ingredients for dinner to Margret and leaning against the counter separating the living room from the kitchen. Coming over to wrap his arms around my waist from behind, he told me that his shifts were usually later at night after eight o'clock curfew, and that I shouldn't worry one bit.

"I'll even help you put Auburn to bed before I leave," he smiles, kissing my neck caringly before letting me go and helping Margret with the boiled corn and grilled meat we will be having tonight. Smiling as I watch him helping, I notice his body even more muscular than before, due to training I presume, and smile for he looks quite good. I was probably too in shock of him being here to notice before. I think to myself, as I look down from his tight long-sleeved brown shirt to his jeans and running shoes.

Still the same Camic, though. I think once more, since Camic never had a knack for fashion and always mashed clothes together however he liked. He still looks good. I smile, as I shake away any more thoughts and stand up to help as well, which is something I know I rarely do. Cooking was not my forte, I think my father would agree with me on that one too, since the last time I made something it ended up burning him completely...

"Decided to help cook finally?" Margret spoke with a laugh, tossing me a cob of corn to put in the pot of boiling water Camic prepares.

Laughing as well, I was happy in that moment. Cooking might not have been something I enjoyed, but with Margret and Camic by my side, it became better. Little did I know, though, that my whole world would be turned around quite quickly for the worse and that no happy cooking memory could save me...