Affliction (On Hold)

Day 4: Nightmare's and escapes

We waited and waited. Waited for hours. I squeezed my eyes shut to drown the shouts and screams, desperate calls of help that were cut out in the middle by the the Beams hitting them. Even if I didn't know any of them, I felt a pang in my chest every time I heard a scream being abruptly stopped. Every single one of them out there, had a son, a wife, a mother waiting for them, only to realise they weren't coming home. At that, I thought about my own parents, were they alive? Were they worried? Knowing their daughter is out in the exact city where this plague was spreading? I shivered at the thought, of my mother sobbing uncontrollably and my father keeping his emotions at bay, while holding her. I was so sure that I'd have the haunting nightmare's starring the screams. Oh the irony.

"Should we go out know? It's dark. We can't stay in here forever." Harper whispered and we all pondered it for a moment. The screams had stopped about half an hour ago, but I wanted to make sure they were gone. And apparently they were.

"She's right. We need to get out." Wade agreed with her. Wade didn't open the door, but peered out of the broken window, and I made a mental note to clean it with antiseptics. If possible of course. We were literally in a movie right now. A group of oblivious teens fighting for their lives, scouring for food and the other vitals.

"It's clear. There's not a soul in sight, apart from the weapons that that the police once held." In the middle of all the chaos, the government had sent their best weaponries in hopes of wiping 'it' out. Looks like they failed. Badly. Wade quickly got out and told us to follow him. I followed him out and Harper and Aly followed us.

"Take a gun or two. We have to be prepared for anything." Wade said, in a hard voice. The concept of killing someone, yet alone kill someone, was extremely foreign for me. If I were to kill someone, I'd die of guilt. I hated hurting someone. No matter what the circumstances. But judging by Wade's hard voice, I went over to where the weapons laid, and picked two guns. I knew a little about guns, and took the ones with full mags. I put one at the back or my waist and held the the other in my hand. I checked the other guns with the same sized bullets, and emptied the magazines, and proceeded to put those bullets in my back pack.

I just wished with all my might I wouldn't have to use it.

Wade's POV:

I picked up some guns and magazines and stored them in my bag. We were on dangerous waters here, and I wasn't going to take any chances. This truly and utterly sucked. I was here, to enjoy the trip and explore. And what do we get? A new race taking over the world. No biggie.

"Are we done? We need to get going." I asked and they silently started following me. Raven was walking in step with me, and I took a moment to study her. She was very beautiful, no surprise there. With her long blonde hair and blue eyes, it was a surprise that boys weren't falling on her feet. She was so innocent, too innocent. No one was ready what was being thrown our way. No matter how much she tried to cover it, I knew it unnerved her to carry weapons with her, and thinking she had to hurt someone. I just hoped that time won't come for a while. Now all that was left, was for us to find shelter. The mall was the best option, but I don't know how a broken building with nothing inside was going to help us. This sucked.

"What're we going to do now?" Raven asked.

"Let's just try to find shelter right now. I just hope it's a food store, because we don't really know how much time we'd have to stay there." I told her and she mulled over my words. She didn't reply and I knew she was deep in thought. I left her into her own thoughts and gathered my own. I never would've imagined that we'd be fighting for our lives. Although it didn't really happen, I knew it was inevitable. I didn't want to kill someone, never did. I had my fair shared of fistfights, but this was something on another level. Frankly, I wasn't looking forward to it. Another thing I wanted to teach everyone when we found shelter was how to do combat and shoot. My father taught me both of these things when I was young. He was planning to teach me archery, before he...... snap out of it! I scolded myself. Let's not dive into sad thoughts, I had enough on my plate already. Aly's abnormally loud voice pierced through my thoughts.