Save Me from Extinction

CHAPTER 4-1: ALONE

POV: Steven
Location: Paasa Street

I was thrown away so hard by the blast, and I ended up smashing through a window of a house right next to it. My ears were ringing. I stood up, limping, and then I headed to the window where I came.

I saw a man grabbing Mavis from the ground. I went down on the floor, thinking that one of 'em might spot me. I peeked again, and then the man was carrying her. He placed Mavis at the passenger's seat, he went to the driver's seat and then they sped off.

I was furious and anxious, thinking that Mavis will be enslaved or worst.

I lost my bag, assuming that it was just outside of the house, I went outside. I had found it, and also, Mavis' bag.

I grabbed the bags, and ran as fast as I could away from the house, because the infected humans were roaming at the scene.

I was able to find another abandoned house half a mile from the scene, and of course, away from Quarantine Zone C for a while.

"Mavis...I'll find you, and I will get you out of there." I told that myself. "First, I'm going to need an automatic weapon..." I added to myself.

While sitting on a ground, I grabbed the lighter and cigarette case from my bag, picked one and smoked a few minutes. After that, my heart went fast while staring at Mavis' bag. So I went closer to it, and opened it. Yeah, it was not a cool decision, but I was high.

First that I had noticed was a small notebook. I grabbed it and it looked like a list of survivors who had bought some supplies from her. They were all from Quarantine Zone B.

After that, I checked the very last page of the notebook for no reason, and then, there was a name listed on it.

I read out loud, "John Celestino." After his name, there was a sentence, "Why did you left me?"

Time seemed to had stopped. Like...I wanted to smash my head to a wall, "What does she mean?" I kept on asking myself.

I put the notebook inside of my bag instead, because I wouldn't be able to carry two bags on my own. I checked her bag again if I had missed something. Just one canned good. So I had emptied her bag by taking the food from it.

I walked at the floor where I had sat, and then I talked to myself, "If she knew him...if she knew him after all...then--and then--she will never appreciate it if I will kill him." I lit another cigarette, "I knew I fucking heard his name before..." I looked at a broken wall clock just in front of me, "...But when?"

I stood up, threw the cigarette away, even though it wasn't half finished, and went to the second floor with my bag. I looked for a room where I could rest until tomorrow, I picked a room that has a brown door, I went inside, and hell, I saw a skinny infected lying in the floor. Based from my observance, it used to be a very hot teenaged girl. Her t-shirt and her mini shorts were filled with blood stains. I had a sudden distress about Mavis' situation during that time. After that, I studied her more, and then had noticed that her left foot was cuffed right next to a bed base made of steel.

No idea if she had cuffed herself to avoid hurting the people that used to live here, or someone else did that to her, but I snapped out of it. I went downstairs, looked for a kitchen knife at a dining table, went back, and ended her misery by stabbing her at the right side of her head.

I wondered, "How many years were you kept like this?"

Infected never die by any natural causes or due to starvation. They're immortals, but no longer have the memories on how to become a normal person. The virus had affected their brain so bad that all they want to do is to feed among the living. All it took was just a single bite, and, approximately, after a day or two...you'll turn.