Fear The Living (Never Heard Of It V2)

chapter six // sanctuary

It's 11 in the morning. We really should leave soon. I never thought the holdup would be this long.

We've all showered. Violet went crazy about our hygienic state. The only reason Reuben wasn't too lazy to take a bath was because Violet absolutely refused any form of contact with him before he cleanses himself of his sins.

I'm kidding. Reuben is an angel.

Time oddly went by really slowly. In the span of 30 minutes we were done and back on the road, this time, Reuben not driving. Oh, speaking of the dude, he took his dog with us, so now we have a little hyperactive fur ball in the back keeping them entertained.

We stopped at each of our houses, grabbed some clothes and food we could salvage. Since we left in the morning, it was pretty cold, but it'll get a little warmer after high noon.

So, then, off to New York we go.

~ shitshitshit your auTHOR CANT THINK OF ANY ROAD TRIP IDEAS ~

We arrive at the CDC. The city around had rubble everywhere; on the streets, on buildings, hanging off buildings. Literally everywhere. New York was a mess, even before all this happened. The streets were always crowded. There was never a day where there wasn't a sole hint of life seen here.

The front doors were unlocked. Not quite surprising. The air conditioning was on which they were thankful for. There were sounds of frustrated cursing and...pens? Being thrown?

We exchanged an odd glance with each other. What in the world?

Reuben literally sprinted towards the direction where the noise was coming from. My heart rate sped up. What the hell was he thinking? I breathed out an exasperated 'jesus fucking christ' and ran after him.

I got there too late. He's kicked down the door that led into some sort of lab. There were counters lining the wall. There was paper strewn all over it with messy, chicken scratch handwriting on them. There was a solitary table with a laptop on top and behind it was a guy. Probably our age. And, whoa, very floppy brown hair. Damn, hair goals.

Anyways, enough about his hair. He looked much too young to be working here, and also too informal. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt for fucks sake. Who shows up at work like that?

He looked bewildered. I mean, after all, a lanky Aussie guy just randomly pops up when there's literally no one left in the States followed by a girl who, the first thing she did was, slapped the guy screaming 'what the fuck Reub?!'

"What..." The stranger starts.

"Wait. Aren't you...?" Reuben says, trailing off at the end.

"Oh, right! I'd like to apologize for my behaviour that night. Uh, let me introduce myself properly," The stranger offers.

Reuben and I just exchanged confused looks. The rest caught up with us, eventually then meeting the stranger as well. He continued with his previous actions anyway.

"I'm Jordan Leavitt. And yes, I was the one showed up to your party. Well, not yours probably, but that's beside the point," He rambles. "I was transmitted a message yesterday over a certain frequency. It mentioned two names, Alexis Flyzik and Seryana Howell. I thought it meant something, so I did extensive background checks on them. I don't suppose you know who they are?"

"In fact, we do. I'm Alexis, and that's Seryana," I responded, motioning to Seryana.

I felt quite threatened by the fact that this guy had uncovered almost everything about me and Seryana. There might even be a possibility he hacked into our social media! God, it made me pissed but also terrified of how much power he has over the government, then also us.

Seryana though, gave him a small wave. He smiles at her.

I could see Mike rolling his eyes at Jordan out of the corner of my eye.

Jordan cleared his throat to dismiss the slight awkwardness. "Uh, hey, nice to meet you. Sorry, I'm not used to human interaction. Ever since I agreed on working here, they barely let me leave this room."

"Wait, what?" Jace asks confusedly, "Clarify that statement for me."

"Oh, u-um, alright. I graduated from Columbia last year. They offered me a job here so...I agreed."

"So let me get this straight," Dean cuts in, "You graduated college at the age of 16."

Jordan slowly nods. "Yes?"

"That must make you a child prodigy," Dean concludes.

"Well, I wouldn't put it that way. It makes me sound like I'm some sort of alien," Jordan admits.

"Oh," Dean says, voice quiet, "I'm sorry."

He understood how he felt. That's why.

Jordan shurgs. "It's alright."

"Do you mind if we stay here a while? We don't really have anywhere else to go." Seryana asks.

"Since you were the one who asked, I don't see why not," He smiles.

"Son of a-" Mike begins to mutter under his breath.

"Don't," I sternly said. "Calm your tits, Michael."

He rolled his eyes and started whisper yelling. "You and your fucking Michael. Goddammit, this cunt right here is hitting on Seryana and she's blushing! Look at her!"

I glanced over to Seryana. Sure enough, Mike wasn't kidding. Half of us had retreated back into the lobby, just waiting until Jordan could lead us to where we were staying. Once most of us left, Jordan approached Seryana himself. She seemed to be having a good time, so I didn't see any reason to stop it.

Well, either than the fact that Mike was slowly going to turn into Angry Reuben and his dog. This was going to be Hella Jealous Mike over Seryana.

(A/N SEPH IF YOURE READING THIS I KNOW YOURE PROBABLY DISAPPOINTED OF HOW MUCH IVE EMBARRASSED ROOBS SO IM SORRY BUT THIS IS SO FUN)

He was probably going to crash I my room tonight and yell over how he was so much better than Jordan for Seryana.

~

Of course, my thoughts had jinxed me. He ended up actually crashing in my room. He walked in and immediately started to yell over how Seryana is with him now eating some sushi and how Jordan's just some fraud prodigy who probably cheated to get all his grades.

"I mean, what the fuck?! Graduating from college at 16? Bitch what?! For all we know he could actually be 20 and then a pedophile would be hitting on Seryana!"

"I don't see the issue in a simple 4 year difference," Dean pipes in.

"And also," I started to say, "At least we think he graduated. You failed 5th grade, Mike. 5th grade."

"Give me a break!" He yells in defense. "Math was the hardest shit ever!"

"But probably not harder than yo-"

I slapped Dean's mouth shut before he could finish that sentence. "Nope!"

"What." Mike asks semi-rhetorically.

"I make jokes about your di-"

"Nope!" I yelled again, slapping Dean to shut his mouth for the second time or I swear to God he has a legitimate death wish.

But nevertheless, today, we may have just found our sanctuary. At least until someone finds us.