Run // Michael Clifford.

"This isn't easy,"

Michael

We were slacking. Nobody knew what to do. It was as if everyone believed this is our home and they were ready to spend their entire life here. But I wasn't. This isn't the last of us. I knew it. We had to leave, anyhow. We just don't know where exactly we should go. I knew it's not easy and staying here forever just seems like a perfect and convenient option, but it isn't why we're alive. This disease....has a cure. Like every other disease. We all know it does. I want to find that cure. But I don't think anyone here will agree to it.

It seems pretty reasonable, though. Nobody would be too pleased to hear, "hey mate, we're gonna go and find a cure. By the way, you can die in the process." We all know that we're only safe here. In its true sense. Anywhere else and we're exposed to danger. And I did not expect anyone to come with me. Except for my sister, maybe. Just going for hunting or the raiding another superstore is stressful enough. I can't imagine how it would be to travel around the world, completely clueless, searching for a cure. It was frustrating. We just needed one clue. One direction and I knew I could convince them further. But for now, it seemed almost a distant dream. Maybe I need a direction to convince myself as well.

I walk into the living room to see that Luke has just winded up training. I smile at him and he doesn't return it.

"What's up?" I ask.

"You got another person here," he says.

"Yes, I did," I nod.

"We can't have any more people, Michael," he frowns, "we're running out of supplies."

"So?" I snap, "Was I supposed to just ignore her screams and leave her out there?"

"All I'm saying is that next time you could rather inform us,"

"As if that solves anything," I muttered.

"It does. We won't have to send our people into danger for more supplies just because there are new people. Like we did today,"

"Our people? Luke, we're all the same. There is no difference. Also, we need more people. How do you think we'll get past the mob? By being one."

"No, Michael," he chuckles, "We don't need more people. We're enough. It's better than being all over the place and scattered. And it doesn't look like we're going anywhere, so there's no use. It's better if we keep limited number of people in order to not starve,"

I just rolled my eyes. He was always so negative. I can't ignore people shouting out for help. Especially when I know getting them here would save them.

"Yeah whatever," I rolled my eyes, "its not like we're gonna stay here forever,"

"What do you mean?" he deadpaned.

"I mean, this is the last of us," I say, "We can't sit here and just wait,"

"Are you saying we run away from here?" he asked.

"In order to look for a solution, yeah,"

"Are you fucking stupid?" he said in a condescending tone, "Like where? California? Los Angeles? And do what? Ask random sick people for a solution?"

"We could do some research," I muttered.

"You're ridiculous," he puffed.

"I'm not!" I reply defensively, "It's just... C'mon Luke. One day suddenly everyone started eating each others' intestines, isn't that a bit sketchy? How is that possible? Everyone being sick altogether,"

"It's just like plague or swine flu," he shrugged.

"People found out the solution, didn't they?" I mock him.

"They tried," he rolled his eyes, "we're not scientists,"

"Luke," I got up, I really couldn't take any more negativity from him, "the point is, I'm gonna go looking for some kind of answers. I'm not giving up on the world. I can't accept that I'll have to live my whole life here, being scared and worried. I don't want to die without trying. I don't care if you come with me or not. I just know that I'll be leaving soon," I say and walk back to my room.