The Errow's

Are we safe yet

 After driving for four hours straight, it was getting dark, and we pulled into a empty car lot. Well it wasn't exactly empty, there were a few broken down cars. We parked and all fell asleep. A few hours in we heard footsteps, coming closer and closer. I sat up and screamed at the top of my lungs to see a shadow at the window. Kenzie immediately jumped up and noticed the shadow staring in at us. All we could make out was a boney figure with dark blue eyes. I couldn't make out much thanks to the terror and shaking, not to mention Kenzie was glued to my side. I rolled down the window just a smidge to see the eyes of a young boy. The second he noticed the window was down he threw himself at the door trying to peer in. Kenzie and I jumped back, startled by the skinny, lanky kid.

"Well hello there!" The boy yelled at us through the crack of the window. Every time he spoke his facial expression changed dramatically.

"It's been awhile since I have seen anybody! Wach ya doin? Why ya here? Who's the dead guy? Why ya scared?" He was yelling at us. I did not say anything, neither did Kenzie. We just stared at him.

"Sorry if I scared ya, it's been awhile since I have seen anyone." He said.

"How long have you been here?" Kenzie asked.

"I can't remember... HEY! Is that guy dead? Well??? Is he!? Of course I would know if he was, I have seen it time and time before. He looks like my uncle Carl!" He said yelling at us.

"What?" I said, "Why?" The boy just looked at me, and then he finally spoke up.

"Sorry, I was having a flashback."

"Flashback?"

"Yea! From World War 19, my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great uncle Carl and I served in the military." Kenzie and I just looked at each other, slightly confused but also intrigued.

"What if we just pretend like we can't see him?" She asked me.

"Well that wouldn't be very nice." Replied the boy.

"Yeah, but it would be smart." She looked back over at him

We sat there for an hour, just staring at each other and then back at the boy. It was really awkward. Just sitting there waiting for him to walk away. Eventually he left, going who knows where. By the time morning came around, neither of us had slept.

"Is Anthony actually dead?" Kenzie asked. I stared at her for a while, not really sure what to say. I mean what exactly could I say? I looked back at him, and slowly made my way to the back of the car. I took a long look at Anthony, and I started to remember. I remember his smile, and him at school in the hallways. I remember always sitting with him, leaning on him while he leaned on me. I can remember joking around with him, his laugh. His smile, his everything. I slowly put my hand on his chest, hoping to feel a beat, but his chest was only still, and cold. I didn't attempt to feel his wrist or his neck, I knew he was gone, he had been gone awhile, I just couldn't bring myself to it. I looked down at his leg it had been bleeding and I hadn't noticed. He was dead.

I scooted back, and gave Kenzie the saddest droopy look, and then I cried. I sat there and cried all morning, thinking about him and all the great times, and now he's gone. He lost his life protecting me, we all could be in danger, because of me. Anthony asked me, should we go or should we stay, and I put us all in danger by going with him. Now Anthony's dead, Daniel could be dead, and Kenzie and I are stuck in this car practically starving while a crazy child is outside. Starving, I was so caught up with everything to realize we haven't ate for at least 12 hours.

¨What should we do now?" I asked

¨I don't know, should we go outside?¨

¨We need to eat, it's been a while¨

¨What are we going to do with Anthony? I mean we should do something, like bury him at least.¨

¨Sounds like a plan¨ we stepped outside, and looked around. That kid wasn't in sight, so we slid Anthony out of the car, and then picked a spot to dig. We didn't have much to dig with, there was some junk around, but we dug a big enough hole, said some words, and buried him. It was hard for me to think he was dead, I mean I had supposedly been dating him, and I couldn't even remember being in love with him. I felt connected to him, even though at the same time, I felt like I didn't know him at all. He was just this young teenage boy that I had seen every morning since I had woken up, he was really nothing more, or at least he didn't seem like more.