The Wanderers [Old Version]

Chapter 9: Hope

Nico's POV

We stayed in the house a few days. Day after day, Rain slept. His breathing had sorted itself out, but he still wasn't awake.

Since the room only had the one bed and it wasn't very big, Clara slept on the sleeping bag next to me. She's a lot shorter than I am, but it was still nice to have a pretty girl in bed next to me.

Draco slept on his own sleeping bag near the stairs, always holding a knife as he slept.

Petra slept on the bed next to Rain. I don't think I ever saw her let go of his hand.

Occasionally, a few fiends would walk down the street talking loud. They never came to check in the houses though, so they weren't too much of a problem.

It was just another morning, I woke up first as usual. It was always either me or Rain to wake up first back in our old hideout.

Rain was still out cold. He had a frown on his face for the past two days. Probably some nightmares messing with his mind. I know he used to get them bad, but I don't know about now.

I looked out the window overlooking the street. Fog had rolled in during the night. It was also raining slightly and the wind was blowing the leaves.

There was a group of three fiends standing in the street. One was tossing a grenade around, and the other two were drinking from a bottle they shared. A crate sat next to them.

I thought it would be fun to toss an empty glass bottle out of the window and hit the house across the street. It was. All three fiends stopped what they were doing and went to check it out. Although they must have been on dozens of drugs because they didn't even go the right way.

I walked outside and opened up the crate. Drugs, booze and a loaf of bread and a few pieces of meat. Breakfast.

I took them and went back inside. Petra was waking up. Clara and Draco still were sound asleep. Rain was still unconscious.

I used Petra's knife to cut the bread, her knife didn't have dried blood on it. Mine did.

We ate pretty quickly for no real reason. The bread was stale, but thankfully not moldy.

The weird looking red alcohol swished around in the bottle. I opened the cap, the horrid smell burrowed into my nose. I had to turn my head away and cough. "Shit. This smells horrible."

I coughed louder than I expected I guess, everyone woke up. Draco. Clara. Rain.

Rain's POV

"Shit, Rain! You've been out for a few days now!"
"Yeah. I'm...I'm really thirsty, and hungry."
"Here."

Petra handed me a water bottle and a piece of bread. I scarfed them down before she could pull her hands away.

"So...what happened when I was out?"

Draco looked up from his corner near the door, "Lots. Killed the guy that hit you, for starters. Killed a few of his pals. Stayed here a few days. Basically it."
"I see. Well think we should get moving?"
"We were waiting until you woke up. Now that you're up, lets leave. I've had enough of this damn house."

Clara made me a plate. After everyone finished eating, we packed up our stuff and left.

We walked down the street. A few tall buildings appeared on the horizon, more as the fog we walked in cleared.

"Let's hope this city isn't like the last."

The neighborhood was getting more and more rundown as we got closer to the city.