One Of The Last

Part 8

I take the rabbit off the rock and take a long bite. Rabbit taste like chicken, except better. Maybe because I've been eating rabbit for so long. A little girl about Mary Kates age was with her mother running.

I saw them a few weeks ago, running like they were going somplace. I think they are going to 'the bosses' place. After I'm done eating the rabbit I put the squirrel in the sun and leave it for later.

The sun is almost setting and I'm still out here. All things mostly come out in the day, but night is when I catch things. Like last week when I went on a night scavenge, it took me hours to get away from those Phylum Supras.

I turn off my generator and take the squirrels in the house. My generator has limited power, so it won't work unless I turn it off daily. I go in the house and close the door. Its now a quarter to 7 and I close my curtains.

I walk over to the couch and start drifting off to sleep, to a vacation.
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The next morning I wake up disturbed by a terrible nightmare. It was me in a room and a girl, she looks so young. And a guy who was tall with a slickback hair do.

I got up from the couch and opened the curtains. The sun gleamed into my house and the Phylum Supras pricking at my fence. I walked over to the kitchen and began to prepare my breakfast, squirrel.

I do the exact same thing to the squirrel as I did to the rabbit. My backpack sat at the door patiently waiting for my scavenge trip. I went outside and began to cook the squirrel.

Squirrel takes longer to cook and plus the meat gets hard easily. After I was done with the squirrel I went in the house to get ready for my trip. I use boots to help me climb up on stuff just in case.

I grabbed my backpack and keys along with my pistol. I grabbed my machete and put in the sheath I found at a military compound a few miles out. I walked out the door locked it and did the same.

Its twelve-thirty and I'm going out. I won't be back until at night. I start walking and a few of those things are walking around. My stomach turned and I stopped just enough where my foot scurred. One of the things, is a woman. She has one heel on and has a dress.

Then I identify her as the woman I saw in the club. She was the one next to Jackson. I ran over to a small house, a house I haven't scavenged and closed the door.

A crystal chandelier sat at the top of the ceiling and steps led upstairs. I walked over to the kitchen and looked in the cabinet and fridge. Looks like these people left on s survival note. Not a thing is left in the compartments.

Or someone came here before I did. There are other scavengers in this world, I'm not the only one. At one point in time I have to take in someone. Most of the people couldn't handled the pressure.

A little picture of a teenage girl and her friends sat on the counter. She looks younger then me, about sixteen. I'm twenty so I can take in someone younger, just as long as she doesn't screw up.

I went upstairs and looked in the bedrooms. A room with pink walls and a teal blue bedspread. This must be the girls room. Pictures of bands sat on the walls, I can't identify them.

I looked in the drawer and there was nothing, just clothes and a purse. I closed the drawer and went to the other bedroom. The bed was soaked in blood. I wretched at the thought of a terrible death in bed. The walls were splattered with blood and a knife sat on the bed.

Something tells me that the girl had to kill her parents. Its sad, but that is what it comes down to. Survival, eat or be eaten, and soul less choices. Me, I'm not souless I'm just different in feeling. When you've been in the apocalypse so long, you lose all things you seem to have cared about before.

Those things out there, don't think, they do. They do what has to be done, like me. When it comes down to it, its like we are the same. I left the room and went back downstairs to search in the living room.

The couch is white and a stand stood in the corner with a tv. I walked to the stand and opened it up. Still there was nothing. I closed the stand and walked to the door.

A large thump came from upstairs, someone is in this house. I grabbed my gun and held it tightly, hand on the trigger. I walked upstairs and looked around. Nothing, nobody, was it just my imagination. The thump was heard again and it came from the attic.

I pulled down the string and a rack of steps fell. I hesitantly stepped up on the first step, fighting the urge to not go. I kept walking and then I heard footsteps. "Come on, you can do this." I said giving myself a push.

I walked upstairs and pointed the gun at the thing that almost made me cry. Two eyes, popped from behind a box. I held back some tears but kept the gun up. The girl walked out and at this point I'm sobbing. She has chesnut brown hair like me.

And she is wearing some shorts and a tank top. She has a knife in her hand as well. I looked closer and finally realized who she was, the girl in the picture.