It was as if the world was dead...
Never before have I seen no one. Just nothing. I kept walking down the cracked street looking up at the ash colored sky. I was going towards the hospital where my people were. The people who took me and my little brother.
I've been taking care of Him since our parents passed. I take out my glider and get on it.
The slow ruffle of the un-breakable paper shifting beneath my weight is the only thing that relaxes me anymore. As I fly higher I feel the wind endlessly pulsing beneath my feet until I reached the 23rd floor of the hospital. I'm climbing in the only open, or really broken, window there is when I hear the low rumble of a crawler. I whip around to face the door to only find one in the hallway. No point in wasting a perfectly good kill, I suppose. I take out my sword and chopped off it's head, It's disgracefully limp body topples to the floor with a thump.
"Nothing like practice." A edgy voice spoke from behind. Shit. I didn't think anyone else might have been here, but then again now a days not thinking will kill you. I turned around my sword light in my hands. Ready to fight I kept my eyes on him at all times. He was my age no older than 19 years. He had a look of worry when he saw my sword perfectly shifted to chop off a arm or two. "My name's Acario. And I live on the 27th floor of the refugees." His voice was so smooth and calming now, but people will decieve you.
"How do I know thats the truth?" My sword still raised and my grip on it as hard as stone.
"How do I know you live here?" His voice cracked slightly. He didn't want me to notice, to late for that. And just trying to cover it up would'ved made him look weak, but he didn't. His face so perfectly cold it was as if he was carved in stone.Acario couldn't have been any taller than 6ft 4. I noticed crimsonred scratched onto his side. The blood's stench filled the room and that was what probably attracted the first crawler to us.
I placed my sword back into its holder and walked toward him. I removed myT-shirt and ripped it in half then tied it around his waist. "Hold still!" He still was untrusting of me considering he had no weapons on him, andI had atleast 3. His eye's hazel gray and filled with worry. He was skinny but you could still tell he was strong. And I wandered how he got up here without a glider. I stepped back from him and pulled out a small knife. Before he could even tellI cut his hand just enough to bleed. It was human blood so I couldn't have been in any trouble from him. Even though he was bleeding earlier you still have to check because the color in the crawlers blood can change after a few minutes.
"What the hell!" He was in an initiall state of shock as his words slurred.
"I'm sorry I-I just had to check and see if you were on of them." I lowered my head in disguist for myself. His warm hand touched my head and lifted my chin till my eyes meet his. "I understand" He whispered as he let go of my face and he lingered a bit while letting go. "I have family upstairs, and I would'ved done the same for them." Family a word unfamiliar to my ears in so long. I then walked silently to the old staircase guarded by a code and a door that would only answer to it.
"Im Windie by the way." The words stumble in my throat till they made their way out of my vocal cords and to my lips.
