~Rain~

Chapter Twenty

Authors Note:

I'm so sorry this took so long to update. I think once you have read it you will understand why. I do not believe that this is in anyway up to scratch, but I need to move on with the story now. I appreciate any advice or critique at all.

Oh and just a tip - don't read the comments before you finish the chapter. 

-Lilly

 

Chapter twenty

 

Beams of light highlighted the air around her, streaming through the window pane and the rain outside. Faint rainbows danced around her, glistening just between delusion and reality.

Beside the girl knelt a boy, collapsed and afraid. He was shaking violently, although through fear or cold or exhaustion he would never be quite sure. In his hands, large and smooth and tanned, he clutched the girls own hand, in a plea for something that he had almost lost hope of.

Tears did not roll from his eyes. There was nothing left to cry with. His mouth ached, the dryness having long since elapsed him. His head spun with sheer dehydration.

Behind him, another boy was still working. He had not lost hope.

‘This is the laboratory of a man who created a virus to demolish the human race,’ Miles thought aloud, not caring that Tyron was not responding, ‘there must be some reversal. Some cure. A scientist would be at risk of catching it himself so he would need some kind of antidote.’

Miles paused for a second, waiting. He then turned to Tyron and coughed loudly.

‘Do you want her to survive or not?’ he snapped.

Tyron lifted his head, his great brown eyes filled with raw sadness and emotion.

‘I’m sorry,’ said Miles a little more softly, turning and heading for the door.

‘Where are you going?’

‘To search. Look for anything. Food, maps, more letters. Information, supplies, weapons. This place has to be loaded,’ Miles shrugged and departed the room.

‘Wait,’ Tyron demanded, pulling himself up from where he was slumped on the floor and dropping Alice’s hand. ‘If I can help, I’m coming.’

Miles did not answer, however he paused just long enough for Tyron to catch up before advancing down the dark hallway and opening the first unopened door that he came across.

 Tyron slid inside after him, and for a moment they were plunged into darkness. Blinking rapidly, Miles crossed the room, arms in front of him. The edging around where the window should have been appeared to be glowing faintly, and the boy ripped the old boards from the wall with ease.

Light streamed into their faces. Wincing and squinting, Tyron waited for his eyes to adjust, and then glanced around at his surroundings.

The room was alive, compact and normal. So normal that it was truly hard to hate whoever owned it. Truly hard to believe that the inhabitants of the room had taken over the world. And especially hard to keep in mind that the person that lived in the familiar room was accountable for millions of deaths.

It was a nursery.

Toys were lined up in rows, smiling down upon the children. It seemed as though the child had outgrown their nursery a little – there cot was pushed away into a corner and filled with toys. A toddler’s bed lay in the middle of the room, it’s covers crumpled as though it had only just been vacated.