Interluding journey

Log Day 9; Ashes to ashes

The next morning I woke up on the couch laying in Phoenix's lap. Alex and them were talking with Sam and Caiden and I had barely opened my eyes. "Why didn't Azrael just shoot him then and there?" Caiden's condescending voice echoed in the living room. "Az didn't think it wasn't appropriate to shoot him in front of Mrs.Sandy." Sam spoke, putting a hand over my ear as if to muffle their voices as I "slept". "Azzy has reasons to do the things he does. Didn't you see the giant ass bruise on Vincent's head when Azzy carried him out? He did get a rightful beating for attempting to shoot one of us. Let alone Nana. Azzy already lost two people. He doesn't need to lose another." Phoenix was the one speaking this time. What did they mean by "losing two people"? Dad isn't gone... is he? "If he didn't do anything Nana would probably be dead. And don't say that. Mr.Duke isn't dead, he probably just got held back!" Alex hushed the rest with her voice, a bit of irritation in her tone. That's when I sat up and stood, stretching my arms toward the ceiling and heading to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and stared at the scar on the half of my face,. Kind of cool. Not gonna lie. I crumbled to my knees, covering the scar. Who am I kidding? It's hideous. I mean like... How the fuck did I lose my eye and not die? Let alone why didn't my skin just scar over the socket?! Did it rip my face muscle?! Why do I look like something straight out of horror movie?! I lifted my head to stare at myself again. "Mom's not gonna like it..." I sighed and uncovered my large scar over what would've been my eye.
I miss dad...

Michael stayed low in one of the small pawn shops, sweat dripping from his brow as he listened to the distant, heavy shuffles walk away from his position. He finally let out a breath of relief when he was able to move again. He started to look for anything useful. Weapons, tools, clothes. Anything. His hazel eyes spotted a crossbow and some arrows on the shops wall. He grabbed them and put them in his army duffle bag below him. They could be useful. The tall man made his way through the shop and went close to the entrance of the buildings doors to listen to the outside. His truck was flipped over and ripped apart so it's gonna take him a while to get home. He sighed to himself and pressed his ear on the door. No vibrations, no noise. He slowly, and quietly opened the door, making his way outside. He looked up at the now blue dimming sky. He squinted at the brightness of the sun and rose his arm to shield the light. He then made his way down the road to "The Rooftop" for some food and possibly any survivors. He walked into the torn down restaurant with no problem. It's quiet. Too quiet. He turned almost immediately when he heard the noise of a pot cluttering to the floor in the other room.

Azrael made his way outside and looked around. His neighborhood was quiet but it was never this quiet. There was always the faint noises of lawn mowers, dogs barking, or metal clanking together. And even the noises of cars driving on the road nearby, but not even the sounds of coyotes howling in the distance was to be heard. He huffed when the silence got too loud for him. He turned and saw Vincent holding something behind his back by the door. Azrael cocked his brow and he crossed his arms. "What's that you got there McGhallager?" The man smiled at the boy , as if he were saying goodbye to an old friend. "A little parting gift." Azrael furrowed his brows and he tilted his head. "You're not leaving?" That's when realized something was off about the man in front of him. "No... But you are." Within seconds the house went ablaze. And Azrael was blasted off the porch on impact. Vincent moved his way before the blast. The door to the house opened and Phoenix and Alex ran out with Charlette and Sam lagged behind with his arm around Sandy to help her out of the house. Azrael managed to stand up and he stretched over beside him to punch Vincent, and to much avail he did. He kept punching him till Vincent ended up bleeding. Azrael let out a huff and began to count the people around him, making sure everyone is counted for. "Phoenix. Where's Caiden?" They looked nervous and scared as they opened their mouth to reply. "I think he's still inside!" They shouted over the roars of the fire.
The boy let out a cough and covered his mouth, attempting to block out the smoke. "Alex! Phoenix! Go find some water source to put down the fire! Sam stay here and tend to any wounds!" Alex looked at her friend with fear and concern. "And you." Azrael turned to the cause of the fire. A glare of hatred in his brown eye. "If you move an inch. I'll have your head on a stick and I'll leave the rest of you to the Wasteds!" He hissed before running full force into the flaming house.
Everything was hot, his eyes began to water and sting. He shielded his face, and screamed above the fire. "CAIDEN!" The sounds of debris falling and a yelp made it's ways to the boys ears. "In here Az!" Caiden called from the hallway. He ran through the falling pieces to get to his friend. He found Caiden's lifeless body under debris and a Wasted hovering over the body. Azrael's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. The Wasted leaned forward to attack but thankfully a large piece of ablaze debris landed on it. And Azrael's dead friend.