Accident (discontinued)

4. Talk.

I couldn't wrap my head around it. That's a lot of people. It wasn't scary- just odd, thinking of how many places were abandoned.

"A lot of companies were shut down, a lot of country's leaders were killed, many people died. It's harder to find people to supply us now days. Even my Grandmother went to a farm to help supply us and other places." He continued.

I couldn't imagine it. People willingly going to help other people. I'd never do it. "Why do you have a knife?" I asked.

"That." He said instinctively gripping it, "Is none of your business."

"But didn't you say that people were relocated? Wouldn't that imply that things were pretty much the same as it was before?"

"Oh." He said, "Um, I'll put it this way. A lot of people didn't take all the deaths very well. A lot of people couldn't take it, they went insane. It happened to a lot of people."

"So...?" I questioned, wondering what that had to do with my question.

He rolled his eyes, "So I'm prepared to stab one of those people if it comes to it."

"Oh." I murmured, feeling a little stupid. I couldn't imagine him stabbing somebody. No matter how threatening he seemed at first.

The screams suddenly got louder in my ears, I flinched hard and fell to the ground. I wanted to grab my ears, and pretend that blocking my ears would block the screaming.

Something in my ears seemed to shatter, and I started to scream- It was worse than every other time. My vision went black for a little bit, then the world came back into focus.

He was staring at me. "Are you okay?" He hadn't moved from where he was standing.

"Yes." I murmured, and tried to get up, and he quickly took me by the shoulders and sped up the process.

He didn't ask. He just kept walking, "Will you let me out now?" I murmured hopefully.

"No!" He snapped, then proceeded to take a deep breath, "It's not up to me to decide. You're just following me. They'll decide what to do with you."

We didn't talk for the rest of the walk. Well I did, I said everything I noticed- which included a few bees, a few cacti, and a coyote.

He ignored me, as if I wasn't saying anything. He just accepted me and my psycho talking, I appreciated that.

I was nervous at what I was heading towards. I didn't know what to expect. He made it seem like it was normal in the cities, but you can never be sure, he did pull a knife out at me.

"Why didn't you just take a car? Why are you out here anyways?" I asked, he ignored me until I nudged him hard with my shoulder.

"Your taller than me." I pointed out forgetting what I originally was going to ask, "So your probably older than me. So how old are you? You look like a teenager. But you could pass for older-"

"I'm 16." He cut me off.

"That's cool. That means your 2 years older than me. I'm 14 by the way-"

"I really don't care." He cut me off.

I was quiet for a moment, but then I seemed to explode all of my thoughts shooting out at once. "That's not very nice. I could take offense to that, I mean I'm not, but you could've really offended me just now- oh yeah! I was asking you something! Why are you out here, and why are you walking?" I shut my mouth with some difficulty, awaiting his answer.

"Well for starters, a lot of cars were destroyed during the riots-"

"Riots? What riots-?"

"Long story." He cut me off, "So cars are harder to find, and air pollution is a major problem, so we aren't encouraged to use cars."

I nodded, "Why are you out here?"

"My job is to look for supplies. There are people that supply us, but the vans get raided a lot- so my job is to look for those vans."

"Did you find any this time?" I asked.

"Nope."

"I like your knife." I blurted suddenly after a few moments of awkward silence.

"Um, thanks?" He murmured in confusion.

"I mean it just looks so pretty- it looks super sharp. I'd loved to be stabbed by a weapon like that."

He sent me an odd look, "Why are you praising my knife? If your trying to flatter me, it isn't working."

"No, no, of course not." I scoffed, "I just really like sharp things. Even though I don't know how to use one... I'm probably not very good with my hands anymore. Since I haven't used them in so long-"

"Shut up. We're almost here." He said.

"That's the city?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm." He nodded.