The Survival

2~The Note

'Have you got any weapons? But like, decent ones?' She said, finally letting go. 'I've got this kitchen knife but that's about it. There's nothing else to use in the house so I grabbed the best thing I could.' I muttered, still utterly confused on who my mystery saviour was. 'Ok, give me a sec, I'll be back.' She said, flipping off her hood and revealing her long, flowing and blonde hair. Her eyeliner was immaculate and that was about all the makeup she was wearing. That's about all she needed in my opinion.

She was just jumping through the door as I realised I was dozily say on the bottom step, jaw dropped. She blushed and handed me what seemed to be a handgun and some clips. 'You'll need these if you're going to make it. Actually, take this too.' She reached into her backpack and handed me a small machete. 'It'll be more powerful than your kitchen knife, and smoother,' she reached into her bag once again, ' oh and, think fast!' She yelled launching a leather fun pouch at my face, waiting for the impact. It hit my face with a satisfying 'thwack' and the girl laughed almost uncontrollably.

We decided to search around the house for supplies that would keep us alive. I grabbed my tattered backpack and trusty skateboard. My saviour grabbed all water and filled bottles with summer fruit squash. 'Actually, did your mum have any eyeliner?' She said, her smile making me feel weak. 'Umm, I think so, you can look but don't take too much. There's still a chance she's alive.' I say, hoping she'll understand. 'Yes of course, you look for food and I'll see what I can find.'

She was amazing. Her hair flowing and beautiful, her dress sense flawless. Her lips look soft and plump. She was absolutely perfect. I rammed all the crisps and fruit into my bag and strolled back to the hallway. Just as I sat on the step there was an enormous thump.

I sprang upstairs and sharply turned the corner into my mums room. There was no one there. I checked under the bed, everywhere. Then out the corner of my eye I spotted a yellow note stuck on the newly opened window.

91 Moorfield Road, I'll be there x
                     TM xx
I looked out the window and saw her there, looking up towards me, blowing a kiss before swinging her hood up and running over the fences. TM? Who could that be? Unless...