The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 21 Part 1/2

I caught my breath as the door slammed behind me.  I saw in front of me was a room with only a bed, a few guns, and a table.  There were lit candles on the table, a few magazines, books, and that summed it up.  The persons back faced towards me.

"Let me take this off." The person told me.

"All right," I replied.  The person took the mask off, then the hoodie as the person turned to face towards me.  Shock came over me.  The person who held me a gun point and invited me into the house was a girl.  She was wearing a sleeveless shirt that her deep, black, long hair went passed along her back.   She had a slender build and she was tan.  She was a few inches shorter than me. She just stared at me with a look of confusion as I stared back with the same expression at a loss for words.

"What's your name?" She abruptly asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"I-I-I'm Oliver," I told her nervously, then I slightly blushed.

"Last name?"

"Saxon."

"My names Naomi, Naomi Caine.  Nice to meet you, sir!"  She put her hand out for me to shake it.  I grabbed it and shook it gladly.  God, she was is so beautiful, I thought.  She was cute.  I already liked her; and I felt this feeling I never felt before.  I wasn't sure what the feeling was, but I knew it was a good thing.

"Tell me, where did you come from?"  Naomi asked me.

"I came from San Francisco."

"I heard a little bit of it.  I lived here on my own since I was 16.  Never really thought about going to the outside cities and towns," she explained for some reason, "How old are you?"

"I'm 20," I replied.  Why is she asking me all these questions?  Why is she telling me all of this?  Sure she was cute, but did she have an ulterior motive?

"I'm 19."  Wow, she lived here by herself for three years.  She must be strong.  She interrupted my thoughts as she continued, "I came from a place called Japan."

"How did you get her?  How do you know English so well?"

"My... M-my... Parents flew me here, they thought it was going to be better.  They were wrong.  We did fly a plane here.  Some do still work; given the right materials."  She choked up talking at first. Something happened to her parents that she put away for a long time. 

She looked at me, blushing, while biting her lip.  "I know English because my dad taught me.  According to him, back in 2032, they still had schools.  Even when I was born it still existed.  They were in an old schoolhouse we would go to, sleep in, until it got destroyed by more of those Beasts.  My dad was a teacher up until that happened."

"Where are your parents?" I asked, but then I regretted asking it.  She almost instantly started crying.  I looked at her and I instantly knew what happened, with that grieving, depressed look on her face.

"They're dead," She told me fighting away the tears.