Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 55.

*HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW*

One moment I'm drifted into a soft sleep, the next I'm dodging bullets in the middle of a loft.

Hitting the ground forcefully my eyes scan the room for Louis; no where to be seen. Lying down, I prepare to feel the pain of the wheels crush my limbs from where I lay, but as the wood cracks and the entire front wall of the cabin comes down, all four wheel go on either side of where I lay.

Looking up, the smell of smoke and burning, only metal is to be seen above my head; and I was under the truck.

I look back to where Louis had been dozing earlier, only to see his ankle disappear behind the white sheeted couch.

A pair of strong black boots, similar looking to mine, hop out of the large vehicle and gunshots are heard to be frantic around the room.

I scoot away from the feet next to me, my eye catching a shard of glass, most likely from a window on the ground near me, grabbing it quickly.

Raising my arm, the glass ready in my fingers, the pair of boots subside and a whole body crashes to the ground next to me. Reed; the evil man falls to the wooden planks below him, hitting his head hard as he winces his eyes shut in pain.

Reed opens his eyes, looking at me straight in the face, and a pink-nail polished hand points a pistol right to his head, and shoots him in the temple.

"Harry?" The voice calls, Lydia.

"I'm fine, under here." I tell her, scooting around Reed and out from under the truck.

Kaya comes around from the other side and seems frightened to the least.

"We need to go– now!" She pants, and I gape out the hole where the truck had gone through, a female girl with darkish brown hair, yelling orders at people, her voice unreadable and in- recognizable.

Dozens of people follow the girl's orders and all begin to make their way up to the cabin and I grab Lydia's hand, running as fast as I can toward the back door.

Kaya opens it and scurries us out toward the woods, Louis and the other three of our friends nowhere to be seen.

Lydia shushes us as we run, now only our weapons on us; leaving the ammunition truck behind along with all of our food and supplies.

Not only have we lost our group, but also the food and supplies we'd gathered together.

"Okay I think we're good." I hear Lydia pant from behind me, but I keep a steady pace, slowing my run, yet still stomping through the freezing woods.

"Harry?" Kaya calls from behind, my pace almost getting quicker and more stern as I go.

"Harry!" Lydia whispers harshly, running to catch up to me.

I keep a straight face, only looking forward, and only one thing on my mind; Louis.

"HARRY!" She says even sterner now, grabbing my shoulder and turning me toward her.

My jaw tenses and I look down at the girl, questioning her with my eyes. "We have to talk about this! We're gonna die out here." She looks between my eyes, her green flooding mine like the lush forest together.

"No." I begin walking again, looking between the trees for anything; any one of them, any sign he went this way.

"Harry." She tells me again, still following behind me, "We have to find a place to stay! More supplies to gather!" She gestures her hands up, only to slap them down against her legs again.

"No," I start, only for her to open up her little mouth again.

"Harry–" Kaya tries this time, annoyance pulsing through my veins.

"LISTEN," I turn around, Lydia stopping abruptly to my sudden outburst, "I'M going to go find Louis, with or without you both." I turn back around and continue my pace.

"Louis we will find them, they can't be far–" Lydia tries to calm me; not helping much.

"Which is exactly why we keep going." I tell her again, not turning my head, and actually not sure if she could hear me. Tightening the bandana around my head and looking for any clues; one definitely not far.

Growls and moans sound close, and I continue my pace, crouching and looking around, coming around a large tree; and finding the victim.

A walker stands, pinned to the tree's base, a black arrow with a yellow and green wing sits under its chin, sticking it to the tree right from its neck– Allison's arrow.

"See." I look around, slamming the bud of my gun into the skull of the walker on the tree, and grab the arrow, continuing my pace even faster now.

"Harry do we need to chain you down?" Kaya asks, both of the women still following behind me at rushed speeds.

"Maybe–" I begin, sticking the arrow in my belt loop and not turning around, "I mean if we do settle somewhere; which we won't. I'd leave while you're both sleeping." I smirk, even though neither of them can see it.

"You're so fucking bipolar." Lydia scoffs from behind me, yet I'm not nearly offended; I sure as hell know I'm bipolar.

Silence overcomes us as our shoes crunch the small amount of snow left on the forest floor, and a faint building is to be seen in the distance, brick red.

"Louis?" I call out, picking up my pace to a light jog, hearing Lydia and Kaya follow behind me. All of our heavy feet crunching the snow and leaves beneath us.

We reach the outskirts of the trees and I slide down a hill gracefully, surprisingly keeping my bum from touching the wet and slippery earth, and a mist covers my eyes, rain moving in slowly.

A gas station of sorts, untouched to the seems of it, and Lou, nowhere to be seen.

"Ugh," I grunt, annoyed at how far they could have possibly gotten by now, both our ventures not even five minutes apart.

The skies still grey above us, thunder rumbles from the north, and a storm arrives soon, giving me no other options to do anything else but stop.

Kaya gives me a stern look, her curly black hair blowing around her face as she stares between the storm and I. Her teeth grit and I know what she wants, so I agree to stop.

"Here." I guide them between a couple of buildings in the small town we'd just discovered.

A long and narrow back spacing behind numerous restaurants and rest stops, only trash bins as far as the eye can see, and the three of us agree it's the best way to go.

And as I make way around the dumpsters before me, several more of Allison's arrows line the sides of them, and I know for a fact, that she went this way.