Survivors-A Tobuscus Fanfic

Spend the Night Parties

Ella's POV

I released the string of my bow, letting the arrow fly straight through the chest of the person in front of me. If I should even call it a person. People were now crazed and blood thirsty, ever since the epidemic broke out. Most everyone was a inhuman monster now. Almost like zombies.

There were only a few places untouched by the disease. Including Los Angeles, where I was now.

I sighed, trudging over to the limp body and pulling my arrow out of its bloody chest. I stored the arrow back into the quiver slung across my back and wiped the sweat off of my forehead. I scanned the area for any sign of more of those monsters, but the small neighborhood was empty. It was getting dark so I decided to find a house to spend the night in and go to a store to get some food in the morning.

I picked a house at random and jogged up the steps. I turned the doorknob but it was locked. I plucked a bobby pin from my hair and proceeded to pick the lock. After about a minute, I had successfully unlocked the door. I opened it to see a man standing directly in front of me about 10 feet away. He was tall, with muscular arms. His hair was brown and messy and his green shirt said "TOBUSCUS", whatever that meant. He had a pistol in his hands and it was pointed straight at me. I quickly loaded an arrow and aimed my bow at him. But he didn't have that crazed look in his eyes. His hazel eyes looked perfectly normal, as was the rest of him. He was not a monster. A survivor.

Apparently, he had realized the same about me because his gun dropped ever so slightly.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I would ask the same," I replied.

"How about we both drop the weapons before we begin the small talk. My arms are hurting," the man said.

He lowered his gun and set it on a table nearby. I slowly repeated the gesture with my bow, except I kept mine in hand. I still couldn't trust this guy.

"My name's Toby. Toby Turner," he said.

"I'm Ella," I told him.

"Toby, did I hear someone-"

Another man came from a hallway. He saw me and began to fumble to pull his own pistol from the holster attached to his belt.

"Dude it's okay. She's cool. This is Ella," Toby told him. "Ella, this is my friend Jack."

Jack gave me a small, awkward wave. I didn't return it.

"How many people are here?" I asked.

"Well it's Jack, Gabe, Tim, my mom, and me. So that's.." Toby began to count on his fingers.

"It's five," I said.

"I was going to get it you just have to give me time," Toby said with a chuckle.

"Where is everyone else?" I asked.

"Sleeping," Jack answered this time. "It was Toby's shift to stay up but I woke up when I heard you talking."

"Okay you've asked your fair share of questions," Toby said. "Now it's our turn: why are you here?"

"I've been searching throughout L.A. for survivors and I was just going to find a house to spend the night," I told him.

"Well it's your lucky day isn't it? You found survivors and Jack and I just so happen to love spend-the-night parties. So Jack can lead you to a room."

"How do I know I can trust you guys?" I said.

"I didn't shoot you, did I?" Toby replied with a smile.

I reluctantly follow Jack as he led me to my new bedroom.