Living Yet Not Alive (pewdiecry)

Day 392

   I'm sitting on the porch. Waiting for Cry to return. Why did I let him go? His leg is hurt and he hasn't had any time to heal. The sun is setting. "He isn't coming back." I sigh to myself. Then there's a noise coming from the tree. Cry comes out, holding a shotgun. Blood splattered on his green hoodie. "What happened?" I say standing up. "Nothing. Just some scavengers." he shrugged. How could he be so calm?
   Guess he still is the same. "Sorry it took so long." he said walking onto the porch. "Its fine dude. Just goad your safe." I smiled. "Yeah." he sighed. "You should put on a different jacket." I suggested. "Uh its fine." he assured me. "No really. Come on." I say grabbing his hand. I pull him inside and walk over to the basket of clothes. "This looks like it will fit." I said pulling out a grey sweatshirt. "Its fine really." he says as I hand it to him. "Try it on." I say. He sighs and puts down the shotgun on the kitchen counter.
   He turned back around. "Fel-" he was cut off by talking in the distance. "Who the fuck would ne this deep in the woods?" I said confused. "I'll go check it out." he said, grabbing the shotgun and opening the front door. "Wait. I'll come to." I said quickly. "We don't know how many are there. Make sure they don't steal anything." he advised me, before closing the door behind him. "Good idea." I mumbled. I sat there in complete silence for what felt like ages, but I knew was only 5 minutes. I heard gunshots in the distance. I jumped up and ran to the door, pulling it open and running in the direction of the noise.
   I see a clearing and run into it, I run directly into a man. He has his hair dyed red. How did he keep it like that? "Fuck." he said when I ran into him. I saw another guy. He was slightly shorter than Cry, pail, and his hair dyed green. Cry was pointing his gun at the one with green hair.The other guy had a gun, and was now pointing it at me. I pulled out mine and pointed it at the one with green hair.
   "Well this is an interesting way of meeting someone." I joked, trying to keep the guy from blowing Cry's brains out. The one with green hair laughed, but stopped the laugh almost immidently. "Jack. Stay serious." the one with red hair ordered. "What? It was funny." the one with green hair said, his name was Jack. He had an Irish accent. "Listen. I think we should all lower our weapons." I said, feeling the tension. "I like that idea." Jack said. The one with red hair sighed and lowered his gun. Me and Cry did the same.
  I looked at both the guys. "I'm Jack by the way." Jack smiled. Yeah got that. "I'm Mark." the other guy said, looking at me. "Nice to meet you. I'm Felix." I , then looked over at Cry. "Cry." he said quietly. "Hm. Well um. You guys want to come back to our camp with us?" I asked. "Sure!" Jack smiled again. Mark looked back at him as we walked through the woods.
   Jack was trying to create a conversation with Cry, since me and Mark were talking. But Cry just stayed quiet. Which wasn't strange since he usually was pretty quiet. "So how long have you been at the camp." Mark asked, jerking me from my thoughts. "Oh uh, ever since this shit started." I said, he nodded. "You guys travel?" I asked. No shit. "We are trying to get to this town in Oregon. It's like a safe zone or something. Started by the people who lived there." he said. "A safe zone? Haven't heard the word safe in a while." I said shrugging. "Yeah, and before I forget, sorry about pulling a gun at your friend. It's just sketchy when a guy in a mask comes into the clearing with a shotgun and a blood stained hoodie." Mark said lowering his voice slightly. "I get it." I said.
   When we came to the small clearing with the cabin, that's what I'm calling it now, cabin. Jack scanned the clearing. "Nice. Surprised no ones come across it before." he said to me. "Yeah. So a safe zone?" I said, changing the subject. Plus I was curious about the place. "Yeah, they let anyone stay there. It's in Oregon. A prison actually." Jack said, turning to me. Hey I got that from TWD! So a prison? Not a town? Maybe they built buildings around the prison? "Interesting." I nodded. "Yeah. When we heard about it we couldn't believe it. You guys thinking about going too?" Mark said, looking from Cry to me.
   I looked at Cry, who just shrugged. "Felix? Can I talk to you privately, about this place." Mark asked. We walked over to the porch and stepped inside. "So, Cry. He's quiet. He usually like that?" Mark asked as I closed the door. "Yeah. He doesn't speak much, keeps to himself." I said shrugging, I didn't really notice Cry's silence. "Hm. Well about this prison. People say that there's something happening. A fight, between people who want to build a government and people who think that's a bad idea." Mark said running his hand through his red hair. "So you wanna hurry?" I asked."Yeah. You two should come with us. Even though you have a nice place here, that place is safe." he sounded like he wanted us to come. Why? "Sounds like a great idea." I said, he smiled slightly.
   I heard a laugh from outside. I looked outside and saw Jack and Cry sitting in the grass talking. "Looks like Jack got him to talk. He has that effect on people." Mark said from behind me. "Yeah." I agreed with a nod. "So we got a plan?" I said turning back to Mark. "More like an outline." Mark chuckled. I chuckled to.
   We planned more about when we would leave.