Family, Friend or Enemy?

[6]

Panting, I hid behind a dumpster. The once comforting voices now terrified me, all of the good memories we had together non-existent. In an alternate universe where I was either their  annoying best friend or lovable daughter, is all demolished now they see me as an enemy. The fog thickens around my ankle, every time I exhale a cloud of white escapes my mouth. A new reign has begun, that a zombie apocalypse looks like water turning into vapor. This however was like no sun. If the source of the light is absent, darkness engulfs everything in sight. 

In the distance a furious community march down the street with guns, pitchforks and ablaze torches shout bloody murder. Zero evidence of mercy could be witness, what was even depressing was that children were also in the act, armed standing by their fiery parents. This dumpster wasn't going to protect me from an angry mob and glowing fire spreading, I snuck into the closest building that was open, dust covered everything by an inch.

Precious antiques lined the shelves, many of which were mysterious looking. The window was bordered up, not even a puny sight of light shone through. I had to conceal my identity properly or otherwise there goes my head, the town people were all wearing old fashion clothing maybe 1940s. Men wore high socks knee length, leather shoes, dull shorts, blouse and a tie also to top that off the hat that you grandpa would wear. Whereas the ladies they wore simple colourful dresses with flats, I searched the room for any sort of clothing that I could've fit me.

Luckily up stairs there was a closet full of elegant dresses and shoes, I quickly changed into a dull greyish blue dress with black flats. As I walk back down I snatched a bag and began to top it up with supplies, majority of it were weapons and medicine. I took one last look at the room wondering what else I should take, a little flask of clear liquid displayed in one of the highest cabinets. I climbed onto the sofa and opened the glass cabinet, the substance could easily be mistaken for water however if you closely look at it you can see that the air bubbles are all swirling in one direction. 

On the label of the flask it read 'S.S.S use with V.R.T', clueless I slipped the flask inside my pocket and searched for the other item that it claims to work with. Every time now and then as I repeat the initials V.R.T the more my senses comes more lively, I've never heard of this initials before and that's saying something. Being the daughter of a science experiment, friends with the biggest nerds alive and my mentor is the son of the man who gave my dad his shield. 

As I draw my finger through the dust, my curiosity started to rise. I began to tug at each draw some of the belongs were very interesting may I say, a half burnt newspaper was buried under multiple watches. The words completely faded away however the only thing that could decry was a picture of the upper half of a man's face, his hair gelled up all nice and tidy and his eyes. 

His eyes were familiar, the longer you stare into them a movie begins to roll. Anguish, bitterness, conflict, stress and exhaustion was expressed however I've seen them before but where? I knew I couldn't let go to this, as I slipped the newspaper into my pocket I notice what I was looking for. A wooden flask wrapped around with chains with the label clearly visible, 'V.R.T compatible with S.S.S'. I smirked at the flask however it was wiped off within second, a crackling noise came closer towards me.        

I didn't even need to look behind me to know was happening, I snatched the bag and dashed out of the building. Where to go though? Try and blend in with the crowd and get trampled in the attempt or hike up the hill and risk getting spotted? The latter sounds more peaceful, however how am I supposed to know where I have to go? This is the exact reason why I despise being chased, you have absolutely zero clue where to go.

The crackling noise trailing behind me approaches rapidly, I travel briskly through the tight ratchet alleys. Having to duck multiple times due to loose wires that used to be washing lines, dangling above me attempting to strangle its victim which in this case, me. Luckily I've been committed to training, otherwise I would've been out of breath instantly. How would dad think off his little girl now? Leaping away from a wildfire that is spreading across the town, wearing the most ridiculous piece of clothing in my standards, and is escaping a furious mob of citizens who wants my head.