Wanted

Chapter 13

     It pains me even more to leave. But I have to. Wait, why do I have to? Ugh I don't know. But I shouldn't stay here with Sam. Especially because I just gave him his gun back.

     "Here." Sam hands me a backpack full of food, water, a first-aid kit, and a knife. "Just in case you don't find any food or anything."

     I thank him with a smile, an actual sincere smile. "May we meet again."

     He pushes the cabinet back against the opening. Okay Ella. Time to survive.

     I tread down the wooden ladder, which is covered in vines, as fast as I can. I see a few smaller buildings in the distance, but I'm assuming that's where some of the Guards stay. I decide to walk down the long, cement road until I see something.

     Two miles later, I spot what looks to be an abandoned gas station. I jog towards the building and barge through the glass doors.

     "Hello?" I call out timidly to make sure no one unexpected is here.

     No response.

     I look out the window and spot the sun. It's setting. Oh no. I'm supposed stay in an old gas station all night? Well, guess it could be worse. I could still be stuck in that building full of people that want to kill me. But I would be with Sam. No, Ella. You don't trust Sam, remember?

     I head to the bathroom to clean up. I wash my face and hands-- multiple times-- hoping that it will help me forget about today. My parents died, I was almost killed twice, I knocked someone over the head almost killing them, and now I'm here. On the run.

     Sam's P.O.V
Why the hell did I let her leave, let her slip away like that? She was the first girl that was real. I felt like I could connect with her. But now she's gone.

     "Ugh!" I punch the wall. "Ow! Shit!" I act so stupid sometimes. Words don't come out right when I'm around her. She does something to me. I need to find her. Make sure she's safe. Protect her.