I woke up that morning, not knowing what to expect. I sat up, looking around. Where am I? Around me I saw dirty, stone walls. I heard rain falling and then I heard a weird sound, a moan.My eyes widened and I looked down next to me and saw... a person. Holy what the- I thought. We were in a sleeping bag, a big one considering it held both of us comfortably. I shifted away from him and he started to sit up. He used his left hand for support as he moved his hair out of his eyes. It was shaggy, not very long, but enough to cover the majority of his left eye. He moved it and laughed softly at my expression. He was pale, which most people call off-putting, but I liked it. "Hello? You there?" I snapped out of whatever I was doing.
"Yeah..." Memories started coming back to me of what happened. I remembered so much of it. "Just- thinking. I couldn't remember what happened last night."
"Shame. You were quite the badass if I do say so myself." He said, winking at me. I remembered his name, Peter. It came back to me when I saw his eyes. They're bright emerald green with flecks of gold around the pupil. Needless to say, he was hot.
"Yeah, I remember now." We had been on the run for a while, trying to escape. Military forces had taken over our town. I had called him and ran to his house as fast as I could. We ran off together into the wild Pennsylvanian woods. "But now what?"
"I don't know, Vi. I don't know."
