Over my dead body

Chapter 13: help

Ryan ^*^

I turned around to find the man who threw me into the door.

"You can't kill them all by yourself."

Sighing, "They're just going to keep doing this."

"Dying won't do those people any good."

"They'll be the ones dying."

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"Whats your name anyway?" I walk up stairs searching for people and supplies.

"Ryan." The man who threw me into the door responds.

Scanning each room upstairs and finding nothing useful I rush back down stairs.

Ryan packs boxes of crackers and two water bottles into a backpack.

"And your name?" He follows me out the door to join the remaining people.

"Kenna."

Five men stand outside and stare as Ryan and I exit the house.

"Anyone else?" Ryan questions.

"Nope." A middle aged man responds.

"We should just kill you?" A boy my age holds up a gun to my head. "You were with them!"

I rip the gun from his palm and jam it into his jaw.

He bends over, rubbing his jaw.

"I don't have time for this." I throw the gun at the boys feet and start walking in the direction of Talen's army.

"Gonna kill them all by yourself?" Ryan calls after me.

"Yup."

He jogs after me.

"I think I might now a place were we can get help."

"Where?" I turn to face him.

"15 or so miles that way." He points down the road. "Theres a small camp, but I heard it was getting bigger. They used to send out search troops." He looks at the ground. "I used to live there."

"Used?"

"When my wife died, I left. Then I somehow found this place."

"I'm sorry. Do you think they will be willing to help?"

He nods.

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Hours turned into days. The five men ended up joining us. Non of us really talked. We just followed Ryan.
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We walked through a series of spears stuck in the ground.

We must be close.

Tiny houses and a corn field come into view.

As we near the houses, I can hear people's voices.

Sounds like a good number of people.

People watch in suspicion, fear, curiosity, and judgement as Ryan leads us to a large cabin like house.

I watch as three pigs run around in a small pin next to a chicken coop.

Food.

I spot a women carrying an infant in her arms.

Other girls.

A man carrying a gun against his shoulder walks passes in front of us.

Weapons. This place is already appealing.

I enter the larger house behind Ryan. It was a normal house, wood floor, modern kitchen, stairs leading to another floor, carpeted living room, furniture, things you would expect to find.

"Ryan!" Ten men sit at dinning table.

"Ralph!" Ryan and the so-called Ralph hug.

I scan the faces at the table until my eyes fall on a familiar face.

"Jake?!"