Don't Let Me Go

A Bad Feeling

Cry and Ohm exchange glances as they hear the people outside talking quietly. Over the rain, they can't make out what the people are saying. Ohm shakes his head at Cry, "We should stay hidden."

"What if they need our help?" Cry asks.

Ohm frowns, "We need to help ourselves before we try to help anyone else."

"Wow," Cry blinks, "You're starting to sound like Dan."

"Maybe he has a point." Ohm looks away, scratching the back of his head, "I just.. I just have a bad feeling about this is all.."

Cry crosses his arms, looking thoughtful, "I see.. Your opinion is noted."

Ohm looks back at his friend, "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," Cry looks back at the door, "Who knows, they might be able to help us."

"Or they'll steal our stuff," Ohm replies dryly.

"Also a valid fear," Cry states.

Ohm sighs, "I'm serious. What are you going to do?"

Cry looks back at Ohm, he smiles lightly, "Watch my back."

He turns and opens the door and Ohm gasps, "Wait."

Cry steps out into the rain and Ohm stands by the door, keeping it closed enough that he can't be easily seen. He pulls his gun, keeping it at the ready just in case Cry needs his help. Ohm's gut feeling that something terrible's going to happen gets worse, making him feel kind of nauseous. He swallows his fear and tries to concentrate.

It's hard to see past the misty rain, but he keeps an eye on Cry. If something happened to his friend, he'd never forgive himself. Cry  waves his arms as the small group before him points their guns at him.

"Whoa!" he chuckles, "I'm not one of the dead!"

He steps up to the group of three, a middle-aged man, a younger man, maybe in his early twenties, and a young girl. Their guns are still pointing at him.  Cry continues to chuckle awkwardly, "Don't shoot, I'm not infected."

"What do you want?" the man in front speaks, seemingly the leader of the small three person group.

Cry shrugs, "What do you want?"

The older man's eyes narrow, "Cut the crap, kid. I don't have time to deal with games."

The girl steps towards the leader of their group and whispers something Cry can't hear over the rain. Cry's eyes narrow lightly, but he remains calm, crossing his arms as the rain continues to soak him. He tilts his head lightly, I have to hope Ohm can get a clear shot if things go down hill too quickly.

The older man looks back at Cry, "Are you alone, boy?"

No way in hell am  I outing Ohm and Phil. Cry nods slowly, "Yeah, it's just me. Truth is, I was just hoping you could give me some food. I've been all over this town and there's not much left. I haven't really eaten anything in a few days."

He laughs softly, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He hopes seeming like a scared, starving kid will get these guys to lower their guard and he can figure out if they're actually dangerous or not. The group before him exchange glances and Cry can't tell what they're thinking. He's a little nervous, but hides it well. He still has his knife on him, but it won't do much against three guns still pointed at his chest.

He watches the group whisper to themselves and he shivers against the chill of the rain. The older man looks back at Cry again, eyes narrowed, "You're lying to us."

Cry frowns, "What? No, I'm not."

"You are," the girl speaks up, "I saw you earlier, with two others. So, either you killed who you  were with, the dead got them, or you're lying to us."

...

Minx, Dave, and Signe walk down the street in the pouring rain. They each carry a douffle bag full of supplies along with their own full backpacks. Dave is happy with their haul, they have enough food to last them for a few weeks, they won't even have to leave their farm house for awhile. He's so sick of being on the road, though he won't admit it.

Signe is just as glad to be able to get off the road. The cold air and all the rain has her feeling a little ill. She'll be glad to get dry and warm, surrounded by her new friends. Gosh, I hope the others are okay. She sighs softly, pushing hair out of her face. They only problem with them walking, is all their supplies are soaked now.

Most of the food they have is canned, so they should be fine, but all the blankets, first aid, and clothes they carry are soaked. Next time we go out for supplies, Signe ponders, We definitely need a car. The rain finally stops and Signe sighs, laughing softly, "Finally!"

Dave chuckles, "I know it rains a lot here, but I never noticed just how much until I'm walking in it." 

Signe laughs, "Right?"

Minx chuckles softly, "Yeah.. We should all get home quickly. If we get stuck in weather like that too often, we'll get sick."

Her friends agree and they continue on their way. By nightfall they get back to their farmhouse. Finding it locked, Minx knocks on the door, "Hey, it's us, open the door!"

Entoan opens the door in the next second, a smile on his face, "Welcome back, ladies. And Dave."

Dave rolls his eyes, but smiles, "Yeah, yeah, just let us in."

He laughs and moves aside so they can enter the house. He closes  the door once they're inside, locking  it back.  He turns to Minx, "How much were you able to find?"

"A lot," Minx sets down her douffle bag and Dave and Signe do the same, "But we were out in the rain for awhile, so some of it's wet."

Entoan takes the bags to the kitchen, with Signe's help, then turns back to them, "No biggie, it'll dry. Good work, guys!"

Minx looks around, "Are Cry and Ohm upstairs?"

Entoan blinks, "Uh, no. Cry, Ohm, and Phil are still out on a supply run of their own."

Minx frowns lightly, "How long have they been gone?"

"Almost a week." he states.

"Where were they going?" she asks, preparing to head out again.

Entoan gasps, "You can't go after them right now."

She looks back at him with hard eyes, "Where did they say they were going?"

Entoan frowns, "That town north of here. A few days walk. Why?"

Minx looks towards the front door, "I just have a bad feeling is all.."

"What do you want us to do?" he asks.

Minx turns back to them, "Dave, you're in charge. Entoan, you're coming with me to bring them back."

"I'm coming, too." Dan says from the top of the stairs, hoisting a back pack over his right shoulder.

Dave hands Entoan his supplies bag and Minx nods,  "Let's go."