A mother's love

Chapter 1

||The Last City||
Scott Weston was no stranger to dead bodies and ruined cities. He have spent the last years walking through them and looking for bodies. Looking for living bodies to help, dead bodies to bury. He had his search party looking around the ruins of What was left of the city.

''Weston!'' He heard his name be called. Running over to John, he saw What the younger man was looking at. He and Carson had moved a lot of rocks away, reaviling a young man, no older than 16. Scars, wounds and blood everywhere. Black Goo on his chin his blond hair covered in dust.

Scott knelt down beside the child. It was Then he noticed the knife in the child's chest. This was the worst part of his work. Finding dead body of an innocent child. Scott ran his hand down the boy's chin.

''What did They do to you?'' Scott wondered.

He turned to his friends. ''Get him out of here and treat his body.'' Scott ordered.

John and Carson carefully lifted the body of the blonde child. Moving him over to their truck and carefully laying him down. Carson gently closed the eyes of the young man. Despite Being Totally broken, the blonde boy looked as If he was at peace.
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Scott Weston was moving the rocks away. He swore he saw something under there. As he kept moving the rocks, he saw someones hand. He kept moving the rocks till he finally body. A a girl. Probably the same age as the boy. She looked broken, But was in better condition than the boy it seems.

Poor child

Scott carefully picked up the girl in his arms. He walked to the truck and gently layed the brunette girl down beside the blonde boy. He looked down at them. They were no more than Children, and had experienced death in the worst way.

''Weston, this boy had the flare.'' Michael Said and looked at the boy's Black veins.

''He's dead. He's no danger to us.'' Scott Said.

''But he was a crank.''

Scott looked into Michael's eyes. ''He was a human Being, a child, and he will be burried as such.'' Scott ordered.

Michael knew there was no use in arguing with Scott Weston. Scott always had ways in giving people Justice. It didn't have to be something big for him Either. As long Scott to give a dead body a funeral, he was happy. Michael didn't know How one could care so much about people, or have such a big moral compass, But that was How Scott was.
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Scott and his crew had gotten an hour away from the city. They took a break to Get some food. In the meantime Scott was studying the bodies, wanting to Get to know about the people They once were. He was looking at the girl's coat.

''Teresa.'' He read.

''This one's name was Newt.'' James Said who was taking care of the boy.

Ever since the virus broke out, James had been by Scott's side. Scott looked at James as a little brother, Maybe even a son.
James had a lot of paper in his hands.

''He definetly knew What was happening, he wrote a lot of letters to people. Minho, Frypan, Gally, Brenda. And one for Sonya slash Lizzie. Either he had a lot of time before turning or He's magical with Words.'' James Said.

''Let me see the letters.'' Scott Said. When James gave him the letters, Scott didn't read all, But a few Lines of each letter. Whoever this boy was he had friends. People who loved him and who he loved.

For Minho
You were always my brother

For Frypan
Take care

For Gally
I hadn't realized How much I missed you before I saw you again