Insomnia

Chapter 27: Truck

Kit Kat and I were both standing in front of the door, hearts racing, our bodies jumpy.  Somehow I found it hard to accept the fact that I was leaving again, but with cause of course, and that cause was to retrieve my brother, whom I hopefully believe would still be okay, or at least alive.

Yes, you heard right by the way, we were leaving again--as to where we were going, I didn't know, and that's why Mikael does the driving today.  And if he leads us elsewhere or into a trap I shall not only feed him to the zombies, I shall rip his insides and make sure that he's still alive when I'm doing it.

Why the hell is Mikael taking so long to pack anyway?

I breathed out, every fiber in my body told me to stay put, to run upstairs and hide, but I couldn't--shouldn't in fact, I had an obligation to my brother's safety so I shook out that worthless feeling.  If I wouldn't man up to save my brother, then who would?

My knees trembled and I tried to find reasons as to why I was frightened,  I guess I didn't have the adrenaline rush to make me braver, fiercer.  Or maybe it's the mere fact that I somehow value on how I was able to survive this long that I'm quite hesitant as to risk my life again. 

Right now, I was and am afraid.  The zombies outside may have dispersed or have went back to their daily aimless walking through this place, but it obviously would wake them from their sleepwalking when we all step out.  I mean, they could smell us, and even the fear and panic that gripped us.

Kit Kat touched my shoulder, and I relaxed as my breathing evened out.  She stepped right in front of me and hung her head on my chest, which in turn made her less tense.  I laughed, though it was little reserved and shaky.  "I guess we're all afraid, aren't we?"

Kit Kat laughed too and  nodded her head.  "Yeah," She whispered.  Short silence filled the air before she started talking again.  "With Adrian gone and all, I just--I just won't take it if I lose you too.  I mean, Adrian was like a brother to me, and if--"

"Shhh," I said as my free hand landed on her back.  "I know Kit Kat, I know."

We were shocked out from our embrace as Mikael loudly stepped down, his bags hanging bulking from his back.  I clenched my jaw, annoyed that I'll have to instruct him to lose out those unnecessary things he brought along with him.  "Mikael, you do know that bringing those things along will not only slow you down but us all?"

Mikael's eyes widened.  "But I can't leave all my clothes behind, that's the only thing I have with me!"

I gaped at him.  Clothes? That's what's inside that backpack of his? CLOTHES? 

"Mikael, we don't live in a world where your fashion statement will save you from those flesh eaters."

He sighed and walked over to us.  "Still, I'm bringing these all with me.  In case you haven't noticed these clothes hold some sentimental value, thank you."

I snorted, can you believe him? That is the gayest thing I've ever heard yet.  Seriously, between a life and death situation you'd still choose to bring those clothes that hold sentimental value? What lamer excuse can be find other than that, anyway?

"You're joking right?" I asked as I walked towards him, my aggressive self somehow surfacing again.  "I don't like tag alongs Mikael--in fact, I hate them.  And I won't risk our lives for your stupidity." I stated, my voice taking a similarity to a growl.

Mikael shrunk and I was glad that he did.  "I--I'm sorry, but I'm taking these all with me, they mean more than my life Caleb, I am hoping you'll understand."

I growled, my fists and teeth now clenching in unison.  "What if I kill you now and here will that be able to change your mind?"

Kit Kat sighed exasperatedly and walked over to us.  "Caleb," She stated fiercely.  "That's enough, if he means what he is saying then we cannot just push him around with his...belongings.  It'd be evil of us to do that."