42nd Country Road

Meet Steven

We soon came into a small town. It looked like it hadn't been tampered with. The buildings weren't broken into and the grocery store looked like it was still running, only... without any people. Mark pulled into the parking lot and I stepped out.

"Do you have a gun?" I asked Mark.

"No, so just be careful," Mark replied. We pried open the automatic doors and opened up the stench of rotting meat. I pulled my shirt over my nose to try and block the horrible smell.

"Let's go," Mark said. We ran inside avoiding the fresh food sections as much as possible. I went into the canned food aisle to grab things. Mark went into the one next to me which was drinks. I started to shovel things into the small leather bag the Mark had still been able to hang on to. Mark came into my aisle with a few packs of fresh water. We started to head out when I heard laughing in the store. We were so close to the door.

"That's a large pile of nope," I said heading out the door.

"Agreed," Mark followed. We got back out to the truck and started it. It was so strange. There were so many cars in the parking lot, but no one inside. We drove a bit more until we found a few secluded houses. There was a large white one that reminded me of our old house.

"Mark stop here," I said. I grabbed the leather bag and hopped out of the car. I opened the front door to see a large untouched living room complete with a T.V. and almost spotless couch. I dropped the bag and walked around, looking at the kitchen. It was so clean. I heard Mark and Jack talking in the living room.

"What's up?" I asked leaning on the door frame of the kitchen. Jack shrugged.

"Home sweet Home," He said laughing. I laughed in return

"No one says that anymore," I replied smiling.

"Do what the girl says, dude," Mark said. We all started to laugh at the replay of events. The fun eventually wore off and I went back to explore the house. I found a set of stairs that lead up to the second floor. I walked up them, the stairs creaking with my every step. I finally reached the top to reveal a long hallway with doors on either side. Just like out old house. I walked into the first room which was carpeted and had a desk complete with a dead computer and pictures of a family of four. I walked over to the desk and shuffled through the papers, making up theories in my head that only lead to more assumptions. I went to the next room. I seemed to be a teenage boys room. There was a guitar in the corner and the bed was messed up like it had never ever been made. I heard a gun cock behind me.

"Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my room," A teenage voice said. I put my hands up and slowly turned around.

"I am Evelina Jefferson, I have my boyfriend and best friend here with me and if you put the gun down I could explain things a little better," I replied. He put the gun down in tears.

"They killed my family..." He cried. I heard Mark come running up. I looked at him with the let-me-do-this look. I slowly walked over to the blonde haired boy.

"Who did?" I asked

"The FR," he said

"Hey, hey, you'll be okay," I said. He suddenly held the gun up again.

"Are you part of the FR?" he asked, "Because if you are, I'm going to kill your sorry ass,"

I backed away again.

"No, I'm not," I said

"The hell you are," He said, his voice rising in anger, "Tell the damn truth!"

"I said that I'm not, okay?!" I screamed back, "Now you can either put the gun down or you're gonna feel sorry that you didn't," The boy dropped the gun and crumpled to the ground crying.