A/N I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, stuff just gets in the way sometimes. Meh.
We're leaving. I couldn't bear to see Anette suffer any more, so I packed our things (or should I say our sleeping bags) and we left as quickly and quietly as we could. Not quick enough. One of them saw us, and a terrible shriek rose out of it's lungs. I didn't even know that people could make that kind of noise. But they aren't really people anymore.
We ran. Hurried as fast as we could for as long as we could, not looking back at the growing mob behind us. The pack slipped off my shoulders, and fell to the ground, spilling out all over the floor. Anette turned to pick it up, but I grabbed her arm,
"Just leave the stuff. It's worth less than our lives." I shouted. And the chase continued. Only now they were covering ground, motivated by our pause and our tiring lungs. Suddenly, Anette tripped over a loose rock in the road,
"Charisma, HELP!" She screamed, trying to limp along a bit more. The infected were getting closer and closer, almost upon us. I shielded her with my entire body, and closed my eyes. This was the end.
My whole life flashed before my eyes, every joy, every disapointment, all of it. But then a single shot rang through the air, and the noises stopped. I opened my eyes and gasped. They were all gone. Suddenly, there was a gun against my head, and a male voice said,
"Who are you?" I shielded my eyes from the sun and looked straight at him. He was black, the first thing I noticed. God knows how he survived the racism in this country before... The end. He had short, curly hair, deep brown eyes, and the strangest assortment of clothes I had ever seen. On his feet he wore neon green converse, his trousers looked like something a memberof the army would wear, and his blue T-shirt stood out in contrast to the rest of his green clothing.
Stammering, I answered his question, for fear of getting shot,
"This is my sister, Anette, and I'm-" I faltered. Do I want this guy knowing who I am?
"Forgotten?" He smiled, "That's alright. I forgot my name for good last night. Just woke up, didn't remember anymore. Not that it matters. Chances are, I'll be dead tomorrow. Especially looking after you two." Was he saying what I thought he was saying?
"you want to help us?" I said,
"Yeah, you seem nice enough. And I could do with some company anyway." For the first time in months, I smiled,
"you got food?" I asked, my stomach rumbling,
"Sure, come along to my house down the street, and we'll have a fest fit for a king!" I laughed, it felt good to laugh again.
