Survive

Another

Now we are both on the roof and I am ready to cut him. He has brown hair to match his brown eyes. His check bones are defined along with his jaw. He looks scared. His shirt is dirty and so is he. I drop my knife, stunned by him putting his hands in front of himself. He is receding.

"Your a survivor." He is surprised to see another human. I look away. He is handsome, I can not get caught up with another human or I will not survive. "I haven't seen another person since I-I-I was ten." His eyes are full of hope now, there is no hope. I have no hope in myself.

He looks at me studying me. "How old are you? What's your name?" He is coming closer I don't know whether to pick up my knife or run. I back away.

"I'm seventeen, I think. I don't remember my name.." I trail off. I have never thought about my name before. What is my name? I stare off into the distance, My name is unknown. I am unknown.

"I'm twenty-two, my birthday was last week." He comes closer, I'm staying still. "I'm Elliot." He is now right in front of me. "I know you don't know me, But can you just stay, I'm trying to find a cure, or a safe place. Please stay." I do not trust this man, Although I know he will not hurt me.

"J-Just for tonight." I look at him. He seems relaxed now. He grins at me.

"You have to have a name if your going to be here, even for just one night." He says. He begins thinking. He smiles. "Esme." He says in excitement.

"Okay, I suppose it will work." I look away now. I love how he acts so far, But I may not get attached to another human. "Do you have any food?" I am questioning him.

"Of course." He smiles. He opens up a can of chili. "It's all I have, I've been here since December." I look at him. Since December? He knows how to survive in one place. Maybe he's not such a bad Idea. He is trying to come closer, Placing the chili in my hand. I will not tell him I have food.

Now Im done eating and I lay my head on the hard cold concrete. It isn't so bad. I am falling asleep now. My thoughts go to rest and my dreams come on. My mother and I playing hide'n'seek But, My father He is in the kitchen. My mother has beautiful light brown hair, and blue eyes. She looks a lot like me. My father hardly shares any physical traits. I am brave like him, We both are good at survival. Soon He comes out and smiles.

He stops, He is now screaming with my dead mother in his hands, He is yelling at me. I  can not make out what he is saying. I try harder to listen but it sounds distant. I walk over to him, But the more I run, he is still far away. I am now crying.

"Get up!" Elliot screams, He shakes me and on instinct, I swing at him, my fist makes contact. I regret it soon.

"I am sorry, Whats going on?" I am confused to why he woke me, That is until The moans are loud and near. I get up helping Elliot up and making my way to the side where my vehicle is parked. "WE must climb down."

"Are you insane?" He speaks.

"Depends, Is brave insane? How bout survival, is that the outcome?" I speak in defense.

"Good point." We both climb down In attempt to get out of the mad house of corpses. I am the fastest, Im down first, I throw the bag into the back, he is now getting in the vehicle also.

We drive, I drive far, just to get away.