Sudden Bloodshed

Chapter 14

America's POV
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I sat under the remains of the roof of the little super market for the second night. The whole thing was a mess but it still had a roof. The roof bent into the store, causing part of the ceiling to nearly touch my head. It was better than nothing though. Some of the aisles were fallen over but most were still standing. The front window was shattered and the doors were gone. Part of the front wall-where the doors would have been-was crumbled into bits in the street and inside the store.

I ran here when those terrorists attacked my school. I didn't know where to go. At first I wanted run home, but a large tank was blocking the road that lead there. The city was my only option.

I would have my friend, Cassie, here with me but she got shot.
I nearly threw up when I saw the whole thing happen. I wanted to help her but there was nothing I could do. She was dead instantly.

I had been in this super market for two days straight. I didn't dare venture around. Especially after they were rolling through the streets with their tanks and army. The sound of the alarm was enough to keep me inside. The rumbling was the scariest part but I calmed down when it continued down the road and away from here.

Now I was curled up at the corner of the store, hugging my legs and crying. I just wanted to go home. I didn't care how abusive it could have gotten, it seemed like paradise compared to this.

I suddenly heard someone walking past the store outside. My head perked up. Who was it?

They sounded like they had a lot on them; a lot of supplies jangled around as they walked.

I uncurled myself and stood up. It sounded like a terrorist. What citizen would be walking down the street so confidently? And with all that supply? Plus when I first came here, there was little to no people at all. I only saw a few people, but they quickly ran down the street and turned the corner, I haven't seen them since.

Just to be sure, I got the closet thing to a weapon, a baseball bat, and slowly made my way over to the open wall.

The moon was shining and the city was quiet and peaceful. It relaxed me a bit and I eased my nerves a little.

I glanced down the street.

Nothing.

I scanned down the other way.

Still nothing.

I looked across the street. That's when I saw her and I shock I dropped my bat. My sister. Brooke. It may have been dark and hard to see but I just knew it was her. It was mostly her hair that convinced me.

A bright red messy braid ran down her back to her hips. It swayed back and forth when she walked. I couldn't see her face though, she was facing the other way. I knew it was her, it had to be.

I called out to her.

"Brooke!"

She didn't reply. She was quite far away though. I took a few steps closer.

"Brooke!!"

She still showed no signs that she heard me. At that point I was desperate. I ran towards her.

She seemed tense about something but I didn't know what. She picked up her pace and I stopped.

Why was she trying to get away from me?

Brooke looked around, clearly afraid.

I did the same. Maybe someone was watching her. I couldn't seem to find anyone though. It was awfully dark out, maybe they were hiding.

I hadn't seen her in two days, who knows what kind of stuff she's been through.

She continued walking at a fast pace. She was getting away further away.

I sped up my pace and was about to call her name out again but that's when I tripped and fell. I landed on a stick and that's when she bolted to the nearest building.

She disappeared inside the broken place.

I growled in frustration. Where was she going? Did she know that it was me or was she thinking something else? I never knew what she was thinking. She always seemed to be in her own little world.

I slowly stood up and dusted myself up. I had scrapped my hands but that was about it. I was okay.

I went over to the building she fled into and entered, that is, after I got a piece of glass stuck in my boot. I quickly got it out before it could cut my skin.

I looked around at my surroundings.
A fancy hotel. There was a waterfall and fish and couches and everything. In a more destroyed look though.

I heard the elevator doors close and stared at them from across the lobby.

Brooke.

I ran over to them and pounded on the button that would lead up. Nothing happened for a while. She must be going to a higher floor.

The doors soon opened and I stepped inside.

There was seven floors and this hotel had around seven hundred rooms. Maybe even more.

How was I suppose to find her? I thought desperately.

I'd start with the 5th floor and go up from there. She most likely went up to one of the top floors. I know my sister.

I slammed my hand onto the 5th button and stood there. Impatiently.
I had finally found someone I knew and trusted and now I had to find them again. I had mixed emotions about this.

My tears had dried by now but I could feel more coming. What if I couldn't find her?

The doors opened up and I darted over to the nearest door I saw. I swung it open and stepped inside.

"Brooke?! It's me, America!"
Nothing happened.

I went to the next room and did the same thing. When I got no answer again I went to the next room.

"Brooke?! It's me your sister!! America! Are you here?!"
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I checked every room on that floor.
By the time I got to the last room on that floor I punched the elevator button and went inside. I was covered in sweat and tears. I was going mad.

I punched the 6th button and elevator began its way up. The doors opened.

I saw the first room to the floor and stomped over to it. I kicked the door open.

"Brooke?! It's me America! Are you here?!"