Adrenaline

Chapter 3

The house wasn't in too bad of shape. It was house secluded out in the wood. Some of its outer trim is falling off and a large hole was in the roof. Right now, a large blue tarp covered it. I took some precautionary measures and had spikes made from some large branches sticking out from the soft earth laid out in a defensive barrier circling around the house. Board's were covering the windows and the front door. The only way to enter the house was through the back window. I dropped my bike in the front yard and slowly made my way to the back. I opened the window and climbed through.

As I finished pulling my bottom half inside, I heard footsteps, quickly making their way to the back room where I was. The door busted open and I heard the click of a gun. "Don't move, motherfucker." Frozen, I kept my head down and still on one knee. He moved closer to me and pushed the barrel of the gun. "What are you doing in here?" He spoke with sternness and dominance but he was a little shaky. I stood up and he backed up. "H­-hey I didn't say to stand up. Sit the fuck down!" I heard the click of the hammer being drawn back. I quickly grabbed the gun and pushed my left elbow on his arm, breaking his grip from the trigger of the gun then snatched it away from him, hold it firmly in my hands and pushed the barrel between the center of his eyes, pushing him back against a wall. He shook more than ever and looked cowardly into my eyes.

I smirked. "Bang. You're dead."

I laughed and held out the gun, offering to take it back. "You're grip was to loose on the gun, Sky. Hold it more firmly."

He took the gun and stuffed it down the back of his pants, smirking. "I'll never know how you do it, John."

Sky was shorter than me by a couple inches, but he was older than me by more than a year. He had short blonde hair and bright green eyes. He wore an Avenge Sevenfold shirt and torn up jeans. Sky carried the .22 pistol in the back of his pants, and carried a steel pipe. I met sky on a run. He was held up in a car surrounded by Roamers. There was to many, even for me, so I distracted them. There was a car not to far from where he was, so I threw a rock and broke the car window, setting off the alarm. While they staggered to the blaring alarm, I grabbed sky and bolted. We've been together since.

The inside of the house was nicer and cleaner. We nailed boards to the inside frame of the windows and the front door. Two sleeping bags laid out on the living room floor. In the closet we stored our supplies. Canned foods and water bottles were stacked neatly not the shelves, along with batteries, toilet paper, a variety of medicines and hand sanitizer. We also stored weapons, like guns and ammo, shovels, and swords that I had picked up in a house not to far.

I locked the window and placed a board over the window,hammering it into place. Then I moved into kitchen and opened up the closet door. Our supplies were great, food and water pilling up in this small pantry closet. I opened up my bag and started stay stacking the stuff inside. Sky walked up behind me.

"So how'd you do? Anything worth finding?"

I chuckled. "Sky, everything we find is worth finding. But if you must know, I found some canned chicken and some cocktail fruit, along with a bunch of other canned foods. Even found a few Gatorade's."

"What colors?"

"Uh... Light blue. Glacier Freeze."

"Nice. "

"Got you a present." I turned around and threw him a pudding cup. He caught it and his face lit up. "Awesome!" he instantly tore open the cup and started shoveling it into his mouth with his fingers. I watched him and laughed. "There's three more in there." He looked at me. "Wery?" he spoke with a mouthful of chocolate. He swallowed it and spoke again. "Really? "

"Yep. Found a carton of it in the back of a cabinet."

He laughed a little. "Somebody was trying to hide there stash." he continued to eat his pudding. I looked around the living room. I bet it was lovely when it was decorated. Painting hung on the walls, furniture neatly place, a smell of sweet vanilla or lavender, a family sitting and enjoying others company.

I glanced at the kitchen and saw the walkie talkie laying on the kitchen counter. We kept them around in case we needed to contact someone. We had three: one for me, one for sky, and-

"Any luck with contacting Kat?" I pointed over at the walkie and looked up at sky. He stopped mid scoop and grew still. He bowed his head and his expression grew dark. "No... I haven't. " I would tell by the tone of his voice he was worried for her. Kat was one of our other supply runners. I never spent more than a day, but she would spend nights outside, gone for a week at a time. We met Kat one day while exploring the city. She was in a house, scavenging for supplies. She pulled a knife on us and attacked. Sky managed to calm her down and take away the knife. She's been with since.

I sighed. "I just hope she's OK. "

"Hey, she'll be fine. She can take after herself." He scooped another bite of pudding into his mouth.

"Yeah, I know." I looked out the boarded windows and up into the night sky. "Its dangerous out there. "

"Didn't you use to do it all the time? "

"I had experience, sky. Plus, I was emotionally stable."

"You can't blame her, John. She lost her brother."

I bowed my head and sighed. "No, but I can blame myself for it. "

Kat's brother, Ethan, died the day we met them. We had been looking for a plac to hide out for the night and came across an older house, with a side garage. We peaked in And saw an old Buick parked inside. It seemed like no one was home but we weren't fully sure. I was in charge of making sure the house was clear. I walked in and and checked every room in the house. I brought them in and Ethan was going to see if the car still worked. He was gone for about two minutes, until we heard the blood curdling scream of fear and pain. I rushed in, Sky and Kat behind me.

That's when we saw him. Being torn to shreds by three roamers. We stood there motionless, frozen in fear as we watch our friend being eaten alive. I can still hear the wet tears of his fleshy being ripped off of his bones, his screams of pain echoing into my ears. Kat was the one who shot the roamers, then Ethan. No one should have to shoot their own sibling. From that day on she's been quiet, staying out longer and being careless. It was my fault for not being sure of roamers. Because of my carelessness someone died and his blood was on my hands.

Sky laid his hand on my shoulder and turned me around. "John what happened was not your fault. You can't keep doing that to yourself."

"But-"

He put his hand over my mouth. "Not another word about it." I shoved his hand away and chuckled under my breath. "Alright."

"Now let's gets some sleep okay? We have a big day of scavenging tomorrow." I nodded and enrolled my sleeping bag onto the wooden floor. I crawled in and turned toward the wall. I closed my eyes and wished for this nightmare to be over.