The Dwelling

Prologue

I could smell the sweet, juicy peach that sat in his hands, just tossing it back and forth. I so desired to take it and claim it as mine. But the only problem with that plan would be an immediate arresting. They're have only been a slight few who have gotten past the law without a slight scratch, Those people are who we like to call bastards, or more commonly known as the rich and wealthy. So instead, with my sweetest, but sourest voice, I asked, "Hey Blaire, mind sharing that peach with your long time best friend?" I said, giving what I'd think to be my most winning smile. Blaire was my ultimate best friend. He and I? We've been through hell, and back together. We lived together in a condo, upstate California in a rundown city called San Francisco. I use to hear tales about this town, when it was one of the most well-known cities in the world. And only fools or drunks would claim that hard to believe, because we all know for a fact that they're not tales. For we use to live in the old world. The world before the dwelling that happened two years ago. What felt like days, ended up being an immediate response that brought be back to life.

"Hell no." He said as he hid the beautiful thing behind his back.

"I bought this beauty fair and square."

"But with my money," I shot back.

"That I won through a bet!"

"An unfair bet,"

"But you agreed to it."

Silence, was all it took for him to smile grimly, knowing I've accepted defeat, against this battle, for a taste of his peach. 

Seconds later, I stole that grim smile from his face, and before he could realize what was about to go down, I grabbed his peach from behind, and sunk my teeth into his deliciously sweet fruit.

"Hey!" He barked, as I laughed uncontrollably, while handing back his fruit.

That's when I felt it. A tingly sensation crawling up my back trying to warn me that something is going to happen. Something bad. I turned around. . .