Meeting The Light

Chapter 26

~Chap. 26~

Song of the chapter:

Troye Sivan – Suburbia.

Noah's P.O.V.

When I arrived at the cemetery, it was raining heavily. I used my fingers to comb my hair away from my eyes as I went further between the graves.

I carefully walked around, looking for any sign of Roxy as I tried my best to not slip on the sloppy mud. There were too many graves and they all looked the same. I felt like I was walking in a maze.

About ten minutes later, I was starting to feel tired and my clothes were soaking wet. However, I refused to give up. I knew Roxy too well. She probably was somewhere next to her mother's grave. From what Gretchen had told me, her mother was the only person to actually care about Roxanne. Maybe she ran away to her.

As much as the idea didn't make sense at first, it eventually started to make sense.

"What are you doing out there, kid?" someone yelled from a distance. I looked around and my eyes landed on a man holding an umbrella. I hesitated before I started walking towards him.

He looked like he was in his late sixties, and he had a grey beard and wore a green coat and a black hat.

"Are you another one of those dumb-asses looking for zombies? When will you kids learn that this crap isn't real?"

"Sir, I'm looking for-" I started but he cut me off.

"Why would anyone come to the cemetery at such a bad weather? Are you trying to get hypothermia?" He asked again, his tone was scolding and harsh.

"Who are you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. I didn't like his rude attitude. If he was going to be some rude old bugger, I was going to show him what rude is.

"I'm the cemetery's groundskeeper, call me Bill. Let's get you somewhere dry, my cabin is not far from here," he told me, suddenly not rude anymore. He turned around and started walking and I followed him silently.

I felt a bit uneasy that I was talking to a stranger; he could be a zombie for all I knew. I had the urge to just leave, but the feeling quickly went away as the wind hit my wet clothes and I remembered exactly how cold I was.

Bill's cabin was cozy, There was a door to what I assumed was a bedroom, and a few frames on the wall. There was a lit fireplace and one armchair in front of it. I sat down on a carpet in front of the fireplace to keep warm as soon as we entered.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" asked bill. I nodded through gritted teeth, reminding myself to thank him later when my lips weren't blue.

I examined the room's details more thoroughly as Bill moved about. There were four chairs and a wooden table under the little lamp that lit up the room. I guessed that he lived alone since the place was so quiet and dusty, and there was one of almost everything that wasn't dusty. I also noticed that he was a reader, since there was a small bookshelf next to the little stove, that now had on a kettle with steam coming out of it.

Bill poured two cups of tea and handed me one, before he sat on the armchair that was near me.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Noah," I answered.

"So, Noah. What is a boy your age doing at a cemetery?" he asked.

"I was looking for my friend," I said. "She... ran away and her mother is buried somewhere there, so I figured that maybe she came to visit her," I shrugged.