Survival Of The Fittest || 5SOS

Chapter 3

"We have some beans we found in the cupboard. They're only a few days out of date." Michael said as he was rummaging through a box in the corner of the kitchen.
"Well anything sounds good right now." I walked around analysing the paintings on the wall of the small cabin. There was one with a man and a women and a young girl. The presumably parents were putting their hands on the girl shoulders as they all smiled brightly.
This must have been the people that lived here before the apocalypse.
"Callie?" I turned around to see Michael looking at me in confusion. "You ok?"
"yeh, I'm fine" I nodded and walked over to the beans. I reached in my pocket to grab my knife, then realised I still hadn't got it back.
"Wheres my knife?" I said turning around.
"Ashton took it."
"Well can I have it back?" I said, my patience running low. They have no right to take my defence away from me.
"I'll go check" Michael mumbled as he went out of the room and bought the long haired blond from earlier.
"Are you sure we can trust her?" The boy whispered to Michael but loud enough for me to hear.
"Jesus Christ what the fuck is going on with you guys' trust issues?! You can't trust anyone in this world! You can't fucking trust each other because at some point one of you is gonna snap and kill someone else ok?! I'm no different so give me back my fucking knife!"
Without any hesitation the boy pulled the knife from his back pocket and handed it to me in silence.
"Now that wasn't too hard was it?" I snapped and turned back to the beans opening it with my knife.
"Are you always like this?" I heard a someone say. I turned back around to face a confused 'Ashton'.
"Like what?"
"Angry. Like you're angry at the world and happiness is no longer a virtue and more a chore.."
"well it is. I have no real reason to smile or be polite anymore." I shrugged sliding the canned beans over the counter to Michael and Ashton. "here I'm not hungry."
"You need to eat." Michael insisted and he took a few steps closer.
"I said I'm not hungry. Plus I'm going to clean my shirt. Blood of someone who tried to kill me really isn't a look I'm going for!"

I peeled my shirt over my head leaving me in my plain white bra, as I leaned over the sink, scrubbing at the blood stains dotting in random places. The shirt that was once white is now a dull shade of grey and covered in muck and dirt.
Suddenly a knock came from the wooden door.
"If you want to see my in a bra then come in but I highly suggest you don't."
"I'm alright actually," It was Michael's voice. "Actually I was gonna say you could have my room. There's only three room and two of the boys are already sharing so I'll take the couch."
"Don't worry I can take the couch."
"Actually the reason I'm not allowing you to is because I'm quite certain you'll try to escape." I heard him chuckle from the hallway.
"It sounds like you're keeping me here hostage!" I laughed coldly .
"Think of it as I want to ensure your safety."
"I can ensure my own safety." I snapped looking at the door as if he was there with me.
"Ok fine. But you're taking the room on the far left. Me and Luke are taking the shifts of the night." I heard him sigh.
"Thanks." I mumbled going back to cleaning.
I heard his footsteps become quieter until I couldn't hear them anymore. Meaning he must have gone back downstairs.

I put my shirt back on and unlocked the door heading down to my room when I bumped into someone.
"Hey watch it!" I snapped looking up. Only to see the familiar dark brown eyes and dark brown hair from earlier. His neck was plastered up and he looked at me furiously.
"You've got to be kidding me. You're still here?" He rolled his eyes.
"Yeh, you've got a problem with that? Well you better get used to it, because you're gonna see this face a lot around here from now on." I crossed my arms over my chest. Ignoring the burning pain on my shoulder blade.
"I'd keep quiet if I were you. Because this might be the last face you see" He seethed and walked away before I could respond. I wasn't intimidated, I was just frustrated and wanted to slap him. I was on the verge of pulling my knife out again, but I don't think that would go down well with the others...