Falling Into Place

Chapter Nine

Exiting the room, we stopped beside the door and looked at each other.

"I have something to ask you." I say.

"What's that?" He spit.

"Where's your bat?"

"Lucille."

"Where's Lucille?" I correct myself.

He began walking without me, and I sped up to him.

"No fucking clue."

That made me uncomfortable. He was visibly upset, but he tried to appear calm, even though everybody knew otherwise. It made me physically ill the way he was being so indifferent about it.

We didn't speak to each other for the rest of the day. The rest of the week, actually.

I worked my ass off, and finally crashed in my room. It was Friday, and had it been before the apocalypse, I'd be excited for the weekend. Instead? I'm anxious to get out of this place. I was doing it. And it was gonna happen that night.

I gathered what little things I had. A really crappy knife, and I threw on some dark clothing. I snuck out before. I can do it again.

Waking up that night, I didn't hesitate to grab my bag and get moving.

The halls were empty, making it easy to glide through them. But, the doors had people at them as I approached.

"Hey." Bill said.

"Hi." I hoped they wouldn't ask what I was doing.

I got closer to them, feeling my chest tighten up.

"Where're you goin'?"

I tried not to stop abruptly.

"I'm going to grab my towel I left at the site." I breathed heavily.

"Alright. Have fun. I'll see ya soon."

No, you won't.

Leaving the building, I immediately make a B - line for the woods.

I walk past a few guys who weren't necessarily on watch, but were lingering around the area. I waved at them as I silently slip into the woods. The had turned around as I did so.

I was free, despite the aching in my chest that nearly pulled me back into camp, I was free. I ran as fast as I could, and I take a moment to appreciate that the mud had dried, and I wasn't being covered in it like the first time.

But, also like the first time, I found a man.

The same man.

He wore torn up clothing, and had a beard growing now. He carried many bags and supplies, and in his right hand he gripped...

He gripped...

Lucille.

I'm sorry for the short and late chapter, to those who read this cringe material. I've been on a ghetto "vacation" for a week, lol. Some stuff happened, and now I'm missing class because of it. But, hey, at least I got this ball rolling once again.