✎ | The Evolved

2 |☢| Victor

Author's Note:

Hi guys! Here's the second chapter of The Evolved! I hope you'll enjoy it so be sure to Vote for it, and add it to your Reading List (Add it to your Private Library too, so you can receive notifications when I write!)

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I left you before with Victor being (I'm sure you guys have guessed) shot... Let's see what happens to him from then on...

- Fan ^.^

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2

MY BRAIN STARTS TO WORK again, and I finally realize that Ash and I have just been shot.

I can't get up. Even if I have the strength, I can't get up. Because if I do, then I'm dead.

Ash is most probably dead – I can't feel a heartbeat in his chest.

I lie completely still, my eyes shut. I try to think back to how, in the BET times, cockroaches play dead.

There are no cockroaches now, which is a relief – I hate those crawly morons. There's nothing for them to eat. All scraps of available food have been stolen by the humans, or other larger animals.

The Sun burns into my eyes. Even with my eyelids closed, I can still see a bright orange glow. I wish I have Ash's sunglasses, but I don't dare move.

Instead, I try to think everything over.

Okay, there's someone – a sniper? - trying to kill the two of us. It must be the guy on the building. Most likely they are the Evolved. How did they find us?

Something doesn't add up. If it's an Evolved up there, they would already have come down to check if we are really dead. They never leave things to chance. Yet, now it must be an hour since they've shot me, and they still haven't come to check. So the shooter isn't Evolved.

Thoughts invade my head, thankfully keeping it occupied, so that I don't have to think about the dagger like pain in my leg, and my blood, soaking into the back of Ash's pant leg. My blood, is my life source. I try not to think about what will happen.

Ash.

Shit.

Ash – dead.

We've been best friends since forever. For as long as I can remember, every weekend, we would go to each other's houses for a sleepover. We would eat pizza, play video games, watch movies until morning.

Those weekends were so normal, so carefree. Back then, we didn't have to think about whether or not we will survive another day, or care about where to get food, where to sleep... Nothing prepared us for this – this hell. No apocalyptic books that I've read, films that I've seen, video games that I've played could have forewarned me for this.

Tears, stinging, prick at my eyes at the thought of the BET memories.

Ash, who stood by me for so long. Even when my parents, my sister weren't there with me, he was there. He's grown to be part of my family.

It was him that countlessly saved me from the Evolved.

Evolution. That is what is causing all this.

Us – humans, evolving to destroy ourselves.

In the BET, scientists said that we are evolved from apes. But evolution took so long to evolve us from homo sapiens to humans - hundreds of millennia, that no one worried about what would the next step in human evolution would be like. Even if people did think about it, they would always have thought that evolution will take humans to advanced levels. No one could have foreseen that in less than a century, before the oil reserves have even run out, humans would be evolving so rapidly and efficiently. But this time, evolution hasn't taken us to higher, even more advanced mammals. No, this time, the chromosomes of the Evolved had its genetic coding mixing with an unknown code to create unexplainable twists in how people act. This has resulted in the Evolved, a human species gone wrong.

Ash stuck by me the whole journey. He traveled with me across nearly the whole of the US, now just one of the bare, dying lands out of all the other continents.

My only source of any normal human life company is now gone.

I lie motionless as my blood, hot and sticky, runs slick out of the wound in my leg. The intense pain in my leg cannot be put in comparison with the pain in my heart.

I try not to cry, but tears well up, and soon my chest constricts to a tight knot.

Closing my eyes, I try think of something else, something happier. The times Ash and I, still little kids, played catch on the fields in our school.

No.

Stop it!

Don't think about Ash.

I close my eyes, and cry.