The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 29

We traveled all day through the abandoned state of Nevada on horse we found back at the Cannibal's camp.  We did go back to get the rest of our supplies, or course.  No sense in leaving anything we could use.  We ended up getting lost in the desert, however.  We ended up seeing a sign that said: "Area 51... Rest..." And the rest of the sign was destroyed.  We saw a huge building, and a couple standing beside it. I checked the watch.  It said: 4:40 PM.  We got off the horse to look around to see if there were people staying here or not and hopefully get more supplies.

"I wonder what this place was back in the day," I spoke up.

"I dunno," Naomi responded.  We looked around for any inclination of survivors or anyone that could point us in the right direction.

After some time looking around in silence, Naomi spoke up, "Oliver... Do you want to talk about... Well, you know?"  I knew she was obviously talking about Elias' death.  Everything happened so quickly that I didn't have time to think about it.  Elias died, then her dad shows up and he dies... It's a fucked up situation... And I didn't want to think about it yet.  Maybe when we actually had time, maybe I would, but I didn't.  Not right now.  We had to think about surviving first.  How we would eat... Where we would stay every time we got to a new city or when night fell, and we were running out of time.  I didn't want to think about Elias... It was still a shock to me, and I had to put it away in the distant depths of my mind for now.

"Not now," I replied.

"Oh... Okay... Sorry..." She apologized.  She was obviously thinking about how she killed her father.  She did have a right to, since I was helping her.  Not the other way around.  She was the victim of that poor sadistic fuck, and for me to blame her for thinking about him would be wrong.  I'm just not that way... I'm always locking up harmful memories.  I shouldn't do it, and of course it's bad... But in this fucked up world, what was I supposed to do?  I had to think about survival, and so should she, but to a lesser extent since it doesn't seem to eat at her like it would for me.  I had to keep us alive.  Both of us.  She didn't have that type of weight on her shoulders.  I did... And I didn't want her to worry about her own safety and survival, and especially mine.

"It's okay.  Don't worry.  One day we can sit down and talk about it," I lied for now.  Of course she probably would bring it up again.  I couldn't blame her... I just hoped it would be at the right time and in the right situation.  I love her to pieces, so I couldn't be mad at her.

"All right," She said, while shaking her head in agreement.  We took the horse to the fenced in area, which was open but still had fence mostly around it.  Except for the entrance, weirdly.  Someone had to be living here.  Even if this was in the middle of the fucking desert, someone had to be here.

We looked around for a while, and we came up to the bigger building.  We decided to enter it.  It would offer some safety... For now.  While, if someone did live here, I'm sure they would understand why we came here.  This world was different and had to have less judgement towards people for "trespassing."

We came to a big hall way with multiple rooms, all of which were locked... Okay someone had to be living here.  There's no reason why most of these rooms should be locked.  Then, we came up to a big, giant, room, one that would be the size of a hospital check-in area.  Like, where people would sit, read magazines, that type of weird shit people did back then.  The room was decked out with a couch, a chair, a rug, and even a fucking TV.  There were guns behind the couch sitting on some type of handmade rack.  It had ammo and all types of accessories.  I just looked at it, amused.  So did Naomi.  We looked at the guns and the types of ammo that seemed to be on display.  Suddenly, I heard a voice come from behind us.