Survive

4

"Why the hell is the temperature dropping so fast?!" I groaned. "Shh.." The guy shushed me.
"What's your name?" I asked suddenly, disregarding his prior attempt for silence. "... Nance.." He replied quietly after a moment of hesitation. "Can I call you Nancy?"
"No."
"M'kay Nancy!"
"This is gunna be a long ass road," he groaned tiredly. I only could smile. I having way too much fun for this to be a apocalyptic era. Currently it's been three hours since we left the store and we've been ducking behind rumble, debris, sneaking around for a subway opening thing. He said we were in "Shark Eye" territory.. When I asked what he meant he only asked a question in return: "Do you know Project Cloverfield?" Which I only blinked. He only sighed, muttering how I was related with the government was impossible. I didn't want to tell him how it was my Dad.. How we suffered because he tried to stand for what was right. How we was murdered. Along with my mother and siblings and how I was really running from them.. But with everything Nance has said, I don't think that they'll (the government) come looking for me in this city. But that was just a theory.
Nance stopped suddenly.
"For sure we won't encounter Godzilla, mutants, or Skull Crawlers here.. I'm now 100% sure this is Shark Eye's territory." I couldn't help but feel uneasy as I listened quietly. "Which means we might have encounters with the fleas.."
"Uh, oh. This doesn't sound good."
"No shit, Sherlock.." I heard him mutter towards me. I realized I had spoken my thought aloud.. My bad.
"Fuck off, Watson.." I opted for a sassy remark.
.-.
"What are fleas? Like I know what they are, but what fleas are you referring too? And explain Shark Eye!!" I huffed, watching the sunset. Nance remained quiet, keeping a steady pace. "We call him--or her we're not sexist-- that name because it came from the ocean. It was awoken.. And it's eyes.." He stopped to shudder. "They're black.. But yet.. Murderous like a shark's. The fleas? They're just like what they sound they are. Parasites that feed on it that dropped off and attacked us. Their bite is lethal, you're as good as dead if bitten. So try not to get bit, okay princess?"
I'm pretty sure my swallow echoed in the streets.
"Hey, um, Nancy.. I think it's getting dark.. What do we do now?" I asked, changing the subject. He stopped, looking me dead in the eye.
"Pray," he simply responded. "Because we are still gunna move. Even though at night, there's more than fleas and Shark Eye to worry about. Remember mutants? They range in all sizes. Skyscrapers, to toddler sized. They're nocturnal.. But they're easier to kill. If you can shoot a gun."
I got both my guns out.

Bring it.