42nd Country Road

Three Dead Men

Mark's head was resting on my chest. His hair was moving with my breath. I moved his hair out of his face. He looked so peaceful. I laid my head back on the flattened pillow. I closed my eyes. I felt Mark shift a bit. My eyes shot open and I looked at him. His eyes were still closed. I let a breath out. His hands moved under my back. He rolled over and placed me on his chest. He opened his eyes and the old Mark looked at me with pride. His hand pushed my hair behind my ear. I peeked up at him.

"I-I..." He started. I put my finger to his lips and shushed him. He smiled weakly at me. I smiled in return.

"I'm going to be okay," I said. He smiled and kissed my forehead. I laid my head on his chest and fell asleep to the beat of his heart.

I woke up to the window in Mark and I's bedroom break. Three men entered the house. The dark rose up and I grabbed the rusty lamp sitting on the floor by the bed.

"Guys, watch out, she's a crazy," One of the men said.

"She is, but damn, she's a prize," A second man said. I looked down at what I was wearing. Ripped skinny jeans and a baggy shirt which was now exposing my shoulder.

"What do you want?" I snapped at them. The first one approached me.

"We want this area," He said still walking slowly towards me. I scanned his body. There was a gun and a knife around his waist and another gun near his chest.

"Good luck getting it," I said smacking him across the head with the lamp. I grabbed the knife and gun. I threw the knife hitting the second man in the chest and I shot the third, killing him. The one with the knife lodged in his chest grabbed something off of his chest.

"Mayday...Me and my men are down, we are in the blue house on avenue," He wheezed. He went limp after that.

"...On our way..." A voice said from the box. I grabbed more guns and woke up Mark.

"Handsome," I said lightly shaking him. His eyes were normal.

"Ev?" He said. I went normal for him.

"We need to hide," I said

"What, why?" He asked. I showed him the bodies behind me. He sat up and took the hand that wasn't holding the guns. Jack was still in the broken kitchen making soup. We must have not been asleep for that long. I grabbed his arm. The pot of soup hit the floor with a clatter.

"Ev, what the heck" Jack said

"Shut up," I said still pulling Jack. Mark was now pulling me and Jack upstairs. We reached the upstairs and ran into the last room at the end of the hallway. I gave Jack and Mark a gun. I heard voices outside and looked through the already broken window. I felt around my waist.

"Shoot," I mumbled.

"What?" Mark asked.

"I left a knife downstairs," I said getting up to grab it. Mark's hand caught my arm. I looked back at him, "I'll be right back, I promise," I ran down the stairs and into the room with the men. The one that I whacked with the lamp was shifting a bit. I grabbed the knife out of the man's chest. I ran back upstairs. A women appeared behind me.

"Hello," She said, "Do you know who lives here?"