Together

The Boy With The Gun

6 MONTHS LATER

In the darkness, a bent '7/11' sign flickered and illuminated the car lot, full of damaged cars and corpses. Its been months since that night. Since Micheal came to my rescue. The sight of the deceased doesn't really bother me anymore, not after seeing him die. I crept up through the bush enclosing the window and onto the sidewalk, my feet falling in a faint trail of blood. The fact that it wasn't dried up meant that something must have come through here not too long ago. Horrible thoughts came to my mind. With a knife in my hand, I made my way into the deserted building.

Laying my hand on the door, pushing it open, a squeak escaped. I stopped suddenly, looking, making sure no one else was around. I continued my way into the building, slowly. Making sure the door shut quietly behind me, I skimmed my flashlight over the sparsely stocked shelves, walking over to some placed to my left, next to the cash register. Opening my cross body, I grabbed the sparse amount of granola bars left behind and stuffed them inside. Screeches boomed to my right, making me jump and drop the granola bars in my hand.

"Shit." I murmured under my breath. These things were able to see in the dark, track you down, kill you. I've never actually come across a Screecher, and I sure was hoping today wasn't the day. from the back of the store, I could hear items being knocked over, onto the ground. I held my knife out infront of me, not really knowing what I was doing. the sounds are getting close, but then they stop. Everything falls silent.

A small growl. I gasp in horror as I see what was sitting on the window pane. A scrawny creature, its bones showing through its skin. Its fur is short and fuzzy, with the color of the storm clouds that move in the sky much like the ones tonight. Its eyes are big and black, staring at me. It was only the size of a kitten, but it was a creature from hell.

The front door slams open with a cry. I spin my head towards the door and stare wide-eyed at a boy. A boy not much taller than I am, his eyes look golden brown in the moonlight. His hair a mess. I was mesmerized by his presence that I forgot I was about to be killed by a devil-spawn. I stare back at the creature just as it leaps in the air towards me.

His footsteps come closer to me and soon our shoulders are touching. Our eyes meet and he puts a hand in front of me to signal to get behind him. Was this even real? Now standing behind him, I could barely see over his shoulder, He points a gun at the creature and fires. The sound is so loud I cover my ears and turn away. I look back and see that he missed, but the Screecher was no longer there.

"My names Luke." he whispered over his shoulder. I lifted my hand up to his shoulder, but why would I touch someone I don't know? Don't be a coward. I rested my hand on his shoulder and our eyes meet. He was beautiful, and I looked like I rolled out of dumpster. I looked down at myself and suddenly felt insecure. I pulled my hand away and tried to hide what I looked like with my arms.

Luke turned around, lifted up his shirt, and put his gun in the waistband of his pants. A breath caught in my throat as he put his hands on my shoulders and looked down at me. It felt weird to be so close to a stranger, but his warmth reassured me that we were both still alive.

"Are you okay? Were you bitten? Are you hurt?" Luke was frantically asking me questions while looking about our surroundings. I just shake in response. My eyes fixed on a movement behind Luke. On the shelf behind him, the Screecher was sitting, staring at us. I started to back away slowly and Luke understood why, he slowly turned around and pulled out the gun in one swift motion. It was like he has done this a million times. A flash and a boom. I looked up through my fingers to see that he had missed again. Still backing away, my feet stumble upon broken glass. I could distract the Screecher. I pulled down the sleeve of my shirt to cover my hand, picked up a piece of glass, and threw it at the Screecher, but because of my bad aim, it bounced onto the shelf behind it. The Screecher's attention faded away from us and towards the aisle where the glass had shattered. I sigh in relief

I continue to leave the room as slowly as I can trying not to scare the creepy thing. Luke slowly walks over to my side, grabbing my hand. Its attention then goes back to us, as I jolt my head down at our hands. The eyes of the creature become red, and its face drops with anger. Low growls fills the room as Luke points the gun back up at him with his free hand. The monster then snarls it's teeth at us. It started to arch its back and stand on its hind legs, a scream escaped from my lips as it soared at us. It seemed to happen in slow motion. I hid my face behind Luke's shoulder and we both flinched. Another flash and a boom. A thump by our feet, it was finally dead.

"Thank God." I sigh in relief. Luke still has a grasp of my hand, and I stare down at our intertwined fingers.

"Thank you, for saving me." I smile up at Luke. If he hadn't had come I would probably be dead by now.

"No problem." His lips form into a smirk and he lets go of my hand. A rush of cold swallows my hand, missing the warmth from his own.

"I have a brother, I should get back to him." I say to Luke. I kept my head down. I didn't want to leave him. Luke. The only other person I've seen in months.

"I can come with you, if you'd like?" Luke suggested. It's not like it would hurt anybody.

"And how do I know that I can trust you?" I laugh and lead him out of the gas station.

"Well, I did just save your life. Plus, there's a slight chance that we could be the last humans on Earth." He replied with a hint of sarcasm. Ryker isn't going to like this.

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