Zombsania

Part 1.7

FEBRUARY THE 10th:
DAY 9:
My knees quivered. My tongue felt dry and foreign in my mouth. The sun cast a coral coloured glow through the sky, the road cracked and dusty. Cara panted beside me, her breath hot on my neck. She leaned into me, defeated, before falling into a ball on the ground. I tried to catch her as much as I could but that didn't stop her delicate head from hitting the ground. Luca scooped her up into his arms, as if he had done it ten times before. He made it look so easy. We walked the rest of the distance, no idea how long it will take, two shadows quivering in the afternoon sun.

We came across a car blocking the middle of the road. It's colour was an eccentric orange, but the dust and dirt made it appear faded and lonely. It was a Kingston. Luca laid Cara on the ground delicately before pulling out his black hand gun, moving closer towards the possibly hostile vehicle. I followed close behind him, leaving Cara on her own laying careless in the middle of the road. As we shuffled closer towards the car, it was clear to see two pasty hands firmly gripping the steering wheel. Both fear and hope mixed in the cauldron of my stomach, creating an indescribable feeling. We moved closer, Luca holding the gun to his sight level. Black hair, once my have been combed over, now in an unattractive tangle. Dark black shades covering his eyes. A suspicious smirk staring straight ahead. The man in the car began laughing, not making eye contact with Luca nor I, staring straight ahead. The laughing became louder and louder and less controlled, as though it was trying to escape from his throat. BANG! My body shook. His head rolled back to the other side of the seat. I looked past my shock and stared at Luca accusingly.
"W...w...what...what the hell...dude!?" My voice just shook. I couldn't trust this guy. Luca is a psychopathic murder. He is one of them. I need to get out of here. I look around for my escape, my breath quickening. I can no longer hear the wind softly through the air. I can't hear the insects buzzing. I can't even hear Luca saying my name. My focus was the overtaking fear. "You... You can't just shoot people for no reason!"
"He was already dead," Luca said, stuffing the gun in his pocket and staring into the distance without a care - not even a look of sorrow in his hazel eyes.
"You know... Im starting to think there's a fine line between the sane and the insane," My hands raised to my hair in exasperation. I looked back at Cara, sitting on the ground, confused lazy eyes, messy blonde hair. I looked Luca dead in the eye, trying to build up all the confidence I could into my voice," we can go our own way from here. Thanks."
To my disappointment Luca let out a mocking laughing,"no you won't. You cant barely even be in the same vicinity as a dead body. Let's keep moving." I was speechless because it was true, and I knew that the only way that I could stay alive was to stay with this maniac.
"Fuck you," I whispered under my breath, causing Luca to smirk.

If I closed my eyes the hum of the engine, the wind through my curls - it all began to feel as though I was back to where I should be, home where people were alive and could tell right from wrong. Luca let out a thrilled laugh at my solem expression, before putting his foot farther onto the gas pedal, roaring down the empty road. 

The landscape had changed from suburban, picket fences, to lush farmland within just hours. 

"My cousins live somewhere around here near a hill. I mean if they're still alive," Luca informed us.

"Well, can we stay there tonight?" Cara interjected.

"Thats the plan."

Before long, we were chugging up a slight hill, lined with large overgrown trees along the pebbled driveway. Before us stood an overbearing dark timber, double story house. It was extravagant in both its angles and curves and had flowered vines growing up the lattice along the windows. Cara's eyes widened in amusement as she looked the farmhouse mansion up and down. Movement. My eyes darted to the left window to see the glint of a curtain swaying. I take it its one of his cousins? The sound of the large, heavy looking door creaking opened startled me from my thoughts. A lanky, disheveled, blonde guy stepped out from the entrance. His smile filled his whole face and his eyes squinted gleefully. 

"Ah Luca!" He exclaimed, walking through the gravel to give his cousin a hug. Luca stiffened up, patting him on the back awkwardly while the curly haired blond squeezed him tightly. 

"Until we saw you walking up here, Reese and I had thought we were the only ones left!" The guy walked towards Cara and I extending his hands out. While he was definitely not someone who could be on the cover of a magazine, his friendly, warm smile lit up the rest of his ordinary face. 

"Im Matt," He said shaking my hand and then Cara's.

"Hello, yeah I'm Cara, and this is my friend Nori." She introduced us.

When Matt invited us inside, my eyes were pleasantly overwhelmed by the detail carved into the timber walls. The red rugs felt soft, even through my shoes. I got the vibe that this would be a lovely, cozy space to spend in the winter time. We were lead to a seating room to the left of the main hallway, that featured high ceilings. Sitting on one of the Burgundy couches was a boy, who appeared slightly younger than Matt, possibly around the age of 15. He shared matts fair complexion, blonde hair and light eyes and red lips, but the similarities stopped there. This boys hair was shorter in length and had less prominent curls. Where Matt's nose was bumpy and hooked, this boys was straight and almost perfect. This boy, who I assume is Reese, wore an arrogent smirk and his jawline stood out sharply. 

"Well hello," Reese said raising an eyebrow. His eyes flickered to Cara and then back to Luca. 

"Hey man, finally came to visit us since the world is dying?" Reese greeted Luca.

"This is my LITTLE brother, Reese," Matt told us, smiling almost sympathetically, emphasising the 'little'. 

Already I didn't like the look of this Reese kid - his sharp, know it all eyes, his sly smile, his perfectly chiseled jawline. He sat on the couch as though it were his throne and he was the king. If he is the king, then what does that make us?