Pompeii

Chapter 2

I thought it was finally my time to say good-bye, so why not go out with a bang, right? My hand jumps into the outside pocket on my backpack and grabs my knife. It's not too big, the blade is only about the size of my hand. He is much closer to the car, now, maybe 15 feet away. There is sweat running down my forehead as I continue to sit behind the car with the knife in my hand.

He is only 5 feet away from the car, now, and I'm beyond nervous. If I move just the slightest amount, he will definitely hear me. Without any second thoughts, or looking at his eyes, I jump out from behind the car, leaving my bag on the ground, and swing my knife towards him.

There is now blood dripping from my knife. I sliced through the top of his sweatshirt with the knife, cutting his arm. I see his eyes and they aren't black, they are perfectly normal. He is just standing there in just as much shock as me. My bloody knife falls out of my hand and hits the ground.

There was no way that I was not only standing only feet away from possibly the only other human left, but I had also cut him with my knife. There was nothing that could possibly describe the confusion in my head right now, and not a single suitable action to take.

His sweatshirt, originally blue, was starting to turn dark red where I had cut him. His hand was over the wound and we were just staring at each other like weirdos. I honestly don't even think he cares about the gash on his arm.

 I didn't think he was going to talk anytime soon, so I looked into his beautiful blue eyes an said "I can't believe you're still human! I'm so so sorry about attacking you, I thought you were one of the others. I thought I was the only human left alive. The last time I saw another human was at least 5 years ago." I could feel tears starting to burn in my eyes, a feeling I haven't had in so long, "I'm really sorry about your arm."

"Don't worry about my arm, I'll be fine." He had a beautiful British accent, long brown hair that stood up like a skyscraper atop his head, and a single crooked tooth, that I thought was cute. I was only to his shoulders. He was definitely an eye pleaser, though. You can still see the shock in his eyes. He wore torn, black jeans that seemed to fit him just right.

I could tell he was shy and timid, so with tears starting to run down my face, I lurched forward and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a hug. What was I thinking? I just cut him with a knife and I don't even know his name yet. For all I know, he could kill me right now and take my supplies. 

I felt his non-bleeding arm wrap around me, and I knew he was not going to kill me.