SURVIVORS

Ch. 16~ Lana

Well I hope you like this next chapter because it took FOREVER to edit. I hope you all are having a wonderful evening! :)

Last time... King Creature announces that Humans will be the new source of food... Uh oh. Also, he makes a deal with a blonde haired human, she must cause disruption and test solutions on the youngest, he's trying to find a "cure" that will fix all humans, not just the older ones.

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The hunger came in waves.

It came like rolling thunder and strikes of lightning and subsided again. Then the storm came back and clawed at the sides of my stomach.

I endured this as I fiddled with the keyboard in the music room. There used to be a guitar but I wasn't really sure where it went. Someone was probably using it.

I started playing the beginning of Don't Stop Believing when Vicky came in. I stopped my playing.

"No, it's okay, you can keep playing," she apologises, leaving the music room.

"No, no, it's fine, Vicky. What'd you need?"

"Oh, nothing, just wanted to talk..."

"Okay... Talk about what?"

"Well..." She walks over to me and pulls up the stool that sat in the corner. "I just wanted to know if you and Chase had a thing."

"A thing... Well it depends on why you're asking."

"Why does it depend on why I'm asking?"

"Nothing. It doesn't. But why are you asking?"

"Well... Cause I think I like him. But I didn't wanna get in the way if you two had a thing..."

"No, no, course we don't," I lie. "I hardly even know him." Which isn't a lie because I don't. I feel really comfortable with him, and I feel like I've known him forever even though I haven't, but still. I've known Sam so much longer... He just seems like the better option even though I really like Chase... I don't know. Listening to my brain sounds like a better idea than listening to any other internal organs.

"Well neither do I but he's just so... Nice and he's funny and he's smart too... And he's just really really attractive..." She says in a dreamy tone. I feel my face turn bright red with somewhere between embarrassment, anger, and agreement.

"Well what about Sam?" The minute I said it I wished I never had. It just sort of flew out of my mouth.

"Huh? Sam? Oh, well, Sam... He's... Sam. He's not Chase, which is why I don't like him like that."

"Oh... Okay..."

"By the way, I heard you and Chase talking when you were dabbing up his head... What were you saying?"

"... Oh ... I was meaning to tell you this but it's probably going to freak you out a bit... That giant cut I got on my back and the ones the mutts gave me... They're-"

"Oh crap! I forgot to check on those!" She reaches out to spin me around and then stops suddenly. "Hold on... the size of those cuts... you were gone for so long and you had already lost so much blood... You should be dead Lana, you never would've made it through that night..."

"... They're gone, Vicky, every last one."

"What??" She spins me around on the piano bench and lifts up my sweatshirt. She says nothing, but her eyes get very wide. She spins me around again and yanks on my collar to see the stabs that should've been there from the mutts. "... Lana..."

"Wait, what's wrong??"

"There are no scabs, no scars... Was there any blood when you took a shower the other day?"