Chapter 19:
Lea's POV:
"I don't think it's possible." I say as I grab a black shirt with a green design and dark jeans from my closet. I've taken it upon myself to take Kalie's old clothing. She said she'd give it to me some day, but I guess that is now, and she isn't here to hand it over. What? This is survival and it's not like she didn't say I couldn't have it. Nothing that a girl who isn't here can put much to the topic.
"Well I do. If you don't think so, you're in denial. Maybe even a little crazy." That's where Trent catches himself. "Don't you be playing that game with me, ma'am. I'm not that stupid to fall for it again." Trent comes up behind me, turns me around, and hold me next to him. My head barely reaches his chin. Really, I am not sure he he's holding me playfully or meaningly.
"It seems to me that you already are falling for it, sir. I've told you a million times since we've got here, I can mentally corner you without even trying." Though my eyes are close, I can sense the light smile forming on his face. His chest shakes against my head as he laughs. "Now let me go so I can get clean. The power seem to short out even more than it has been lately."
"Well this place is old. And you're in an apocalypse." Trent says in a matter-of-fact tone. Sometimes, when he uses that tone, I want to hit him upside the head. Don't get me wrong. This guy is great. He can be a real pain in the bum though. So, to make him get the point that I shan't put up with it, I lightly hit him in the stomach. Little did I realize that he has abs, I hurt my hand. Then he draws me in, not letting me go. "When you're in a apocalypse, you usually don't get that lucky to have an efficient percent of good power."
"Your point?" As I open my eyes to look up at him, I see he's already staring down on me.
"My point is..." A mischievous smile appears on his face. There's a brief pause, so I let him take is time thinking of a comeback, though it'll suck. "I don't know anything but the fact that I'm tired of the fact that I can't have a normal life ever again. I'll never get to have the chance to know what it's like to... To... Just have everything okay." By the end of his sentence, his smile has dropped. His grip on me seems a little disconnected.
"First off, not to kill your thoughts, but there isn't, and probably will never be, an actual 'normal' thing in life. But we can try our best to make it normal." This, I assume, assures him of something to make him feel better because he lift me from the ground, giving me a thankful kiss. "Alright?"
"Alright."
"And if our attempts don't make it, at least we've tried. All of us. This is the new 'normal' I guess. We've got to except that if we want to live." And lord know how much we all want to live.
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As soon as I in the middle of a shower, the power kills out. I'm currently taking a shower in the downstairs bathroom, because the upstairs one is bath only, for one thing, and I don't want it to rot the floor to the point it fall down. When the lights die, I don't see the need to freak out. It's happened plenty of times. The dark isn't what I fear anymore, as much as what could be in it. That is behind me though. I've killed enough things to know that almost anything could possibly work as a weapon against what lurks in the shadows.
The water doesn't stop, though it cools even more then it was. We have to fill up the water take once a week or so to make sure we can still be clean. Half is river water, that we've filter with the help of Liam's tinkering, the other half is rain water. My mind drifts off I the darkness and cool water.
This constant fight of surviving has taught me what my 10 important things are.
1. Always have someone you can trust.
