The Dark Ones

Chapter 8

We walked on. I was in Maine, luckily on the bottom part of Maine. My parents were miles away, and all I could do was keep walking. But when sunset came we had to stop, we found a barn filled with supplies. Food, water, and hay. A true blessing. This would be our shelter for the night. Without a doubt. The hay make beautiful beds. No more bathroom floors for me. And the food and water, well they keep us alive.

"This is amazing!" Zayne said and he twirled in the open are of the barn. I joined him and he grabbed me in his arms. Our feet moved to the same rhythm. Everything was perfect. Then we stopped and just stared into each others eyes. I was falling into the blue abyss. I saw him look slightly down to my lips.

"Break it up lovebirds!" Megan pulled us back to reality. I would've stayed there forever. "Wren, build a fire," I gathered tools and fiddled with them to get a spark. No luck. Then he walked up. I laid down the materials and stood up. Wiping off my hands I said,

"What do you want now?" I smiled at him. All he said back was,

"You," then he walked up to me, put a piece of the dirty blonde hair behind my ears. After this, he walked away. It was the strangest yet most perfect thing to do. It felt right. He felt right. After a series of failed attempts I finally got a fire roaring. But I didn't stay to admire the orange and red mosaic of flames. I left. I saw a small swing set by the barn. My converse crunched the gravel under my feet as I walked. The soles of these shoes are so worn down, but I refuse to wear anything but these shoes. I sat on the swing, holding onto the chain ropes that kept me from hitting the ground. Slowly, I rocked back and forth. Then I had company. Good company. Zayne. He walked up and plopped into the swing next to me. "It is so beautiful, isn't it?"

"What?" I had no clue what he was talking about.

"The sunset," he looked at me. "Its beautiful how the sun sets everyday, to let the moon show," he turned his attention back to the circle that was half submerged into the land, but the other half stayed afloat. "I guess that sometimes beautiful things have to die, to let another beautiful thing live," the way his brown hair glistened off the sun was truly beautiful.

"What are you? A poet?" I smiled at him.

"Something along those lines," he smiled back. He reached over and grabbed my hand. We watched it. We watched the sun die for the night.

"I want you too," I said. He turned to me.

"What are you? An angel?" His voice pierced the crisp cold air of night.

"Something along those lines," I mimicked his answer. We weren't in reality anymore, because what happened next was a dream. We met each others gaze. We leaned in closer. And our lips met for the first time. It was light delicate. Like a feather it came and floated away.

"I love you, songbird,"

"I love you too," I looked down at my shoes. I finally loved something more than them. Him. Once we were back on earth we decided we should probably hit the hay. Literally. So we walked back to the barn, only having to kill one dark one. Tonight we pushed our two haystacks together. I rested my head on his chest and he twirled my hair in his fingers. This. This was perfect. I wanted nor needed anything more than him.

In the morning, Asha was the first one up and she came up with two fruit bowls. She rested them on the floor and woke us up.

"Are we going to move today?" She whispered. Megan must still be sleeping.

"No, I think we should stay here for a while." I didn't bother whispering. But the grin I got from her told me she agreed.

"I will inform Megan," she said.

"Don't wake her up," I casually spoke to Asha like I had known her all my life. She dressed nicely. A blue tank top and long jeans. And with this I went back to his chest. I listened to the steady beat of his heart. The up and down of his stomach as he breathed. Then the surprise came is when I woke up again to Asha, but it was her saying,

"I just had to kill 8 zombies," she sounded a bit frightened and I saw a few blood splatters on her blue t-shirt. Now I sat up.

"Are you ok?!" The worry in my voice told Asha how badly I needed this answer.

"Yes, I am fine. I killed them all. They were getting too close to the barn for me to feel comfortable.

"As long as you are ok," I said to her in a motherly tone even though I had figured out Asha was 28 years old. I was 16. Zayne is 17. And Megan was 20. A mainly youthful group, yet I was the baby.

"I figured out that they are attracted to noise and smell," she was dead serious. At this time Zayne stirred and got up out of his slumber. While me and Asha had an educated discussion on the dark ones, Zayne casually muched on the fruit. I noticed he avoided all the green grapes in particular. So we spent a week at that barn and everything seemed okay. I would've stayed longer, oh, trust me I would've. But the barn had to burn.