Very important authors note at the end. Please read it!! Do not ignore it!!
And very sorry for any grammatical errors! I didn't get this one edited because I was already taking to long with an update...
Harry
Unbelievable. His fucking son. What else is he hiding? The boys and I plus George have been walking along the railroad for a while now and everything Max had told us about was not here. I don't know if we've still got a ways to go or if maybe he was lying, but I feel like this is taking ages.
George was walking in front of Toby, and Toby was cautiously watching him. His weapon was at his side and whenever George would look back at us, Toby had his gun shoved into his back telling him to "keep walking."
Cayden and Max were walking beside each other chatting, and here I was walking behind them all. Thinking of the worst things I could possibly think of, like, what if we can't get to her on time? or what if we do and she doesn't want to come back? Nervously, I started messing with the two rings on my fingers. A plain silver one on my left middle finger, and a silver ring with some kind of design on my right middle finger. Both had dry mud laying the cracks of the rings. My nails were pretty dirty too, and my hair, and my clothes.
"Harry?"
I looked up to see Cayden staring at me. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the right. "Were here." He said.
I nodded briefly before walking over to Max. "So there's clothes in there?" I asked pointing at the old building that was being covered in overgrown vines. Large patches of weeds and grass growing around the building, and broken glass laid everywhere. Half of the ceiling was also caved in from what I could see up on this hill.
"Yeah, plenty for all of us." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked over to George. The old bastard had almost passed out on us whilst walking here due to lack of water. Whatever. Now he was standing between Toby and Cayden, his pale ass skin was reflecting light like a damn mirror.
"Well lets go then." I motioned for them to follow and we had all agreed that we would let George down the hill first. So... I kindly gave him a little shove, just allowing him to... carefully slide down the dirt hill. Once he was at the bottom he stood up, his knees wobbling for a minute before he waited patiently for the rest of us to make it down.
"Okay, were going to have to go around to the back door because the front is barricaded." Max said. So we followed him around the back and once we made it to the door, it wouldn't budge. Even when we all took a go at playing tug of war with the damn thing, it still would not open.
"What the hell? Why wont it open?" Cayden groaned, trying to pull at it again. Out of frustration I grabbed Toby's gun and smashed the end of it against the handle repeatedly.
'Hey, hey let me see." The gun was pulled away from me suddenly and Toby had a go at it. He seemed to be just as upset as I was.
"How the hell did you get in?" I asked Max shoving at his shoulder lightly.
"Through this door." He frowned at me and shoved past me. I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him, causing him to collide with my chest.
"What the hell!" He complained. He spun around in my grasp and shoved at me, causing me to step back a bit. The others stood there and watched with caution, Georges eyes set with fear.
"I swear if your pulling some shit I will not hesitate to kill you and your grandpa friend." I spat. "I am in no mood for bullshit."
"I'm not, I swear." He cowards away slightly and put his hands up. He grabbed my wrists carefully and pried them off of me, and I watched as he walked away, tripping over his own feet which had caused him to tumble to the floor.
