Apocalypse [will not be finished]

Chapter Six

I didn't know what emotion was stronger. Worry or anger? Both were battling for my attention. Worry at the fact my little sister was out there all alone, or anger at the fact the reason she was gone was Quinn Falders?

I ran into a little room that contained two cupboards, a wardrobe, and a washing machine. I fumbled in the cupboards for my shoes and grabbed my shorts and a top and hoodie. I pulled on the denim shorts and some old faded football t-shirt, sneezing against the dust that had settled on the fabric. Then I stuffed my arms in my black hoodie sleeves and pulled on my shoes, slinging my backpack over my shoulders. I grabbed a random knife and shoved it in my belt, charging over to the window. I had no time to waste if I wanted to find Lou alive.

I slammed my palm into the button on the wall, and the ladder started to slowly slide down the wall. I peered out at the ground beneath me. There weren't many creatures, I could probably take them. I grasped hold of the ladder and jumped onto the concrete, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Nobody had noticed me yet. I crept over to the park wall and hopped up, balancing across over to the store.

A hand grabbed my ankle and I slipped, slamming my chin onto the wall as I was pulled off of the wall and onto the park grass. I quickly got up before I could be pinned to the floor by the creature, and brandished my knife, waving it at the creature. He was tall, fat, and disgusting. Half his cheek had been ripped off, revealing the tissue and muscles underneath. I turned and ran up onto the climbing frame, not wanting to fight but wanting to get away.

I turn round again just as the creature is a few feet away from me. I give a battle cry and plunge my knife into the creatures face, twisting it for maximum effect. Then I pull it out and plunge it into the spot where the heart should be, and keep it there until the creature goes still.

I take my knife out of its chest and wipe it on the grass, sliding it back in my belt. Then I climb back onto the wall, sticking the the knife back in my belt. I was working on no deaths today, but I guess that one was kind of necessary.

"I see you've learnt how to defend yourself." My body freezes at his voice. My head whips round and I see Quinn, sitting out on the store window, smiling and looking straight at me.

Quinn!

A small scream of happiness ruptures inside of me, and I'm ridiculously joyful for a second. Then I snap out of it and my face transforms into a scowl.

"Where is she, Falders?" I say, marching over to him. This time, I swear, I will cut off his balls. He looks confused, and then stands up hurriedly when he sees how angry I am.

"I-I... who?" He holds up his hands in surrender, looking at me. I blink.

"Lou, you dumbass."

"Hey, hey! There's no need to be like that. I don't know where she is, you're her sister, why isn't she with you?"

"Well, I don't know, all I know is that she's gone and it's all your fault!"

He shakes his head vigorously. "What did I do?" I walk over to him and slam him against the wall, ignoring the fact that my skin tingles where it touches him.

"Tell me, Falders!" His confused look turns into a scowl.

"I haven't done anything!"

"She's run away! To find you!" I push him harder.

"That's not my fault! Maybe if you didn't chuck me out, she'd still be there! We could be hunting right now, whilst she was safe up in your little hideout, but no!"

I release my grip, staying in front of him. He's right, obviously. It's my fault she ran away. She's much better off with Quinn.

I'm the one that should've left.

I wipe an angry tear off my cheek with my hoodie sleeve. Quinn is staring at me intently and I can see in his eyes that he regrets what he said to me. But whats done is done, and he can't do anything to change what I've heard. His scowl melts, and his tone changes.

"You can't do it by yourself. Even Lou saw that. Maybe that's why she came after me." He taps my chin gently and I look up. "You need someone."

The thing that is the most painful is that he has told me the unavoidable, terrifying truth. Losing Lou is my fault, and I can't find her by myself. And as much as it hurts me to admit, I need someone, too. And I think that someone is Quinn.

I look at him and then step cautiously towards him. My heart is beating faster by the second and there isn't anything I can do to stop myself feeling this way. So I let him wind his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.  

I'm scared out of my mind, and I hate myself for giving up so easily, but I can feel a tiny weight lifting off my chest.

I let more and more tears fall, and soon I can't take it anymore. I break. I think of my parents, their blood on my hands, losing Lou. I cry, and I cry, and I cry.

The whole time Quinn is holding me, rocking me gently from side to side. I choke out all the feeling that is inside of me, and soon I'm numb. My body is against his, and I don't like to say that I felt right there. Like I was supposed to be there. Again, I dismiss it as a lack of options.

The end of the world does things to you.

I'm quiet for a moment, then I slowly withdraw my face from where it was tucked against his neck. I look him in the eyes for a moment.

His face is sincere, and he brings a hand up to wipe my wet cheeks. I automatically flinch, but then relax when I realise what he's doing. "Are you okay now?" He asks, giving me a small smile.  

"Yeah. I think. Quinn," I take a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm more sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Lou loves you a lot, I can tell." A smile tugs at my lips and I shrug.

"It's fine, really. But can I ask you an extremely big favour?" I give him a hopeful look and he chuckles.

"Help you find Lou?" I nod. He nods back and I give him a small, tight hug. Then I slide myself where I was sitting on his lap, and yawn, just to fill the silence with something. He gets up and leans through the window, probably getting his backpack or something.

"So, as you know, there's only one way out of here." I say as he turns back.

Quinn nods. "The door."

Which only means one thing.

We're gonna have to meet with our little friend in the pantry.