A World Reborn

Chapter 10

  The black and worn out duffle-bag sits on the counter. It is filled to the brim with numerous supplies. It's seen far better days. Mud and dirt stains the outside of it, while a single zapper hangs at the thread. But the contents of the bag are what matter. 5 pairs of clothes, a hat, duct-tape, scissors, and a first-aid kit are just a few of the many supplies I have packed. We need to make sure that we have a good amount of necessary materials to last us weeks. I grab the bag and walk into the garage. L.W is sitting on a wooden bench holding a grey bag in hand.

He turns towards me as he hears the garage door open and immediately asks "You pack yet?"

I smile crookedly and reply "No, I'm just holding this for fun," while pointing at the dirty duffle-bag. He smiles and reaches for the bag by his side. He holds it out for me to examine it's contents. Inside are my dad's old sunglasses, the knife and a black shirt. "That's it?" I ask. He nods his head and says "I knew you'd take care of pretty much everything, so I spent the time looking for more important things."

He reaches between his legs and reveals a bright wooden object. The light shining into the garage illuminates the bright and metallic double-barrel. Before I can ask where the hell he found my dad's hunting rifle, he looks through the scope and pulls the trigger. "Headshot," he says playfully. "I found a few bullets in the cabinet as well," he says while handing me the gun. The weight of the rifle surprises me and it slips out of my hand and onto the wooden floor. He lets out a soft laugh and reaches down to pick it up. He begins to walks towards the other end of the garage and asks "How long have you had this for?" while patting the side of the car.

  "It was my grandpas car," I answer softly. Memories begin to come back to me, but I try my hardest to suppress them. Now is certainly not the time to be worrying about the past. Pictures of him posing next to the black pick-up truck line the hallway in our house. Dad never needed to drive it,but grandpa drove it many times. Needless to say, it still looks brand new. Not a single scratch or mark can be seen on the shiny surface. A loud thump sounds through the garage as L.W throws the rifle carelessly onto the pick-up bed. "Can you be any louder?" I ask sarcastically. He smirks and starts to load bottles of water into the back. I get up and begin to help him load the supplies. Soon enough, the back of the truck is filled to the brim with various supplies. The amount of food and water appears to be endless. But we can't cut ourselves short. "Woah, it's not like we're leaving forever," L.W says while taking a crunchy bite out of an apple. I ignore his comment and go back into the house. I need to make sure we're not forgetting anything.

  I walk through the house 3 times and keep my eyes peeled wide open for anything that could be useful. I manage to stuff a map and a small pocket knife into the pocket of my light brown khakis.

  Is this really happening? I ask myself as I peer back at the house one last time. Suddenly, a loud and far too familiar series of sounds interrupt my thoughts. "Oh no, you are not coming," I whisper to the fluffy beast that sits in front of me. Zeus begins to whimper and wags his tail from side to side. I cross my arms and softly say "I promise we'll be back in less then a week. And we'll bring Jonas with us."

  I turn my back to the dog and walk into the garage. I can't believe it, I was talking to a dog, I've truly gone insane. L.W is sitting in the shotgun seat of the pick-up truck admiring his "new" sunglasses. I quickly put on my shoes and approach the car. I pull open the door and jump inside. L.W glances at me nervously, but doesn't say anything. I press the keys into the ignition and twist.  The car gives a loud and beautiful roar. He quickly straps in his seatbelt and asks "Do you know how to drive?" His voice stutters and he seems genuinely scared. I shrug my shoulders and begin to laugh. "I guess we'll find out."