What They Don't Know

The Intruder

I looked up at the crumbling, pasty ceiling. Little cracks ran along the centre of it, causing small pieces of dust to fall occasionally off of it. The chair beside my current bed had been ripped viciously apart and the stuffing from inside was across the floor which had long scratch marks along it. The hotel was in bad shape, however, I knew I could probably find some curtains and pillows to help fix up the room I was camping in.
I didn't want to get up. My legs ached from the trudge I had just walked from my old base.
I remember when I use to go to school. The mornings were torture. I thought about how I would refuse to get up until 8 at the earliest, and by then I was obviously running late.
I didn't change though, everyday was another lie in. You'd thought I would of learned.
To think, I use to complain about waking up to go learn new things and see my best friends. I complained about going to build a stable base for my future career.
Now, I had to get up if I wanted to survive another day.
Pushing my heavy and aching body off of the large, double bed I had collapsed on to the night before, I decided to get started on my new room.
I walked over to the boarded windows. Holding my hand on one of the planks, I peeped anxiously out of one of the small gaps which shed a cold winter light into the dark room.
It was almost light out, which meant that 'they' would be on patrol soon enough.
If I wanted to keep my new base secure and safe, I had to get a move on now.
Steadily, I pranced over the cracks from missing floor boards as I searched around the first floor for interior decorations.
The hotel was quite a large base, which meant there must be hidden escapes and rooms.
This seemed extremely beneficial to me, because if someone did intrude, I would have a secret passage for my grand escape.
After half an hour of scattering up and down floors I headed back to my room.
I had only found 2 knitted black quilts, a long and silky roll of ribbon, some scraps of material off of clothes that were ripped apart and a needle & thread.
Tiptoeing back through the corridor which lead to the main reception I heard a loud and heart stopping 'BANG' from the floor above me.
My body shook with instant fear, i felt like my heart was going to pound out of my rib cage and rip through my skin.
Whatever had made the noise upstairs was now making its way down to the reception where I stood in shock.
My reflexes kicked in & I jumped behind the torn couch and held my breath. A dry lump began to form in my throat which made a tear flow instantly from my right eye.
With my ears on full alert, I kept my wide eyes glued onto the doorway which I had just came in from.
If it was one of 'them' I knew I was dead. The hotel was my last chance to actually stay hidden and safe. A while back, when me & Dean hid out in the shack, 'they' had been patrolling in that area & had almost caught us.
If it wasn't for the blizzard that hit earlier that day then, we would of been dead for sure.
The hotel fell silent which suddenly made me even more scared than I already was.
My hand had gripped my pocket knife that sat in my coat, so tightly that I didn't notice that I had turned my fingers bright red.
Nobody had come through the main entrance and I began to wonder where they had gone to.
Suddenly, I felt a warm, breath on my neck which sent shivers down my spine, and in a matter of seconds someone had grabbed my arms and held them aggressively behind me.
In all the action I dropped my knife and was now completely unarmed apart from my unloaded gun which sat inside my jeans belt.
"Get Off Of Me!" I screamed.
I couldn't see who was holding me, but I knew it wasn't one of 'them' or else I'd be dead by now.
"Who The Hell Are You!" I continued to shout at the mysterious person who kept me firmly in their grip.
"Who Am I? Who The Hell Are You."
It yelled at me. From the sound of their voice, I imagined it was a boy. He sounded scared as he questioned me.
I struggled to release myself from his arms for what seemed as long as an hour. My arms were sore and my voice hurt from all the screaming.
I finally gave up and hung my head, breathing heavily.
"I'm Glad You Chose The Easy Option, But That Still Doesn't Answer My Question, Who Are You?"
The boy loosened his grip on my now bleeding wrists.
"Who's It To You?.." I panted.
I wasn't giving up that quickly.
He kicked the back of my knees which caused my limp body to fall onto the wooden floor. He pulled out a gun & held it close to the side of my head.