Finding The Answers

Chapter 3- How Do I Explain This?

The world was different now. I don't mean that it was different because my life was in danger. I mean it was different because I didn't have the one constant I was relying upon this past year. The person that I was picked to first do this mission with.

We started off as a group, a group with the same intention. Stop the infection before it reaches us. We failed. On the 16th of May the world officially ended. The number of our group shrank dramatically. It started off with at least 23 in our outpost, our safehaven but then it was just us, like always. Christopher and Danielle. He found it hard but I found it natural, he was always the more outgoing person, the person who would talk to a million people. I wasn't. I was shy, I had a backbone, no one could walk all over me but I was different to him. I knew that since I was little and so when we lost everyone he took it hard while in the bluntest way I didn't care.

Mum and Dad never cared about me as much as they did with him. It was always a competition, he was born 36 seconds before me and I was always second since then. When they died I cried once and then sucked it all back up because I had to be strong just like I always was. Although I was emotional I never liked to show any form of weakness, weakness that I know all to well could be exploited. We continued the instructions remembering exactly what they said.

"You are England's only hope, we need you to find a cure and find it fast. I can't disclose the reasoning as to why an infection is coming our way but you're all smart enough to figure it out. If things go south and the outpost gets overrun then go to Hillside, you can't write the coordinates down and I am only saying it once so for your sake and your sake only I'd advise you memorise it fast. The coordinates are...."

Since then I was searching for it, for the answers. The answers that the world needed to go back to normal, back to how they are meant to be. If normal is even real anymore. When everyone died I continued the mission for a while but I soon lost hope, Chris didn't, he swore that science could fix this. I took a new mission on that day, something I assigned for myself. Find out who the fuck spread the infection and what was the reasoning for the death of billions.

Switch To Alexia's POV
After my talk with Danielle I had a lot to think about. In my mind I knew I was wrong, that I was incredibly rude and cruel. She was trying to make me feel better and I done that, I shouted at her. I don't like raising my voice but I done it anyway, she done nothing wrong other than comfort me and yet I decided to be vicious with rebuking her. It's not me, it's not the Alexia Aurora knows and it's not the Alexia I want people to associate me with.

I decided to make my way downstairs and apologise for what I done, we are rooming together after all and it's better if we start off on the right foot rather than make an enemy out of her on the first day. I change out of my messy clothes, the same clothes I wore the day I found the letter on the floor, posted through the letterbox exactly eight days ago. I haven't showered or cleaned the dishes, the house is a right mess and I hadn't bothered doing anything about it. It's not like I had anyone to bother me about it.

Mapi and Ingrid moved in together around the second day mark and the letter hasn't left my bedside table since then. I stare at it every morning, every evening and every night trying to understand what's in it like I can see through the envelope without opening it. It's not there fault that I'm not coping, they knock the front door but I just don't answer, I'm not a baby, I don't need babysitting but deep down I know that I'm feeling like this because I'm hurting. I love her and she doesn't feel the same and it hurts all the damn time.

No Ones POV

Alexia just freshly showered reaches for a sweater to cover her bare upper body. It's warmer now but London summers are like Spanish winters, barely warm to those who have felt the stronger heat of other countries. Alexia is getting used to the colder weather, choosing a pair of shorts to try and keep cool enough so as to not overheat. She skips socks and shoes and presses her damp feet against the wooden stairs. Her feet leave wet footprints and she avoids the squeaky third step. Hopping down the last step Alexia feels in a calmer mood, a bit like Aurora is still here, at Hillside. She has a funny feeling it's all down to the new girl, but she'll ignore it for now. It's easier on her mind.