Forgotten.

Chapter Eight.

MIKEY

It's been almost two days since I have seen Myra. I am starting to get worried, but don't know what to do...she's never been gone for this long. Did something happen to her? Worried, I debate leaving the apartment to look for her, but I decide it best to stay put in case she shows up. I take a deep breath and try to remain calm as I try to convince myself that Myra is capable of taking care of herself. 

I walk over to a small wooden table, covered  in scratches, that Myra pushed against the wall the day we moved in. She told me that she was going to hide our weapons here, and that I was forbidden from touching it. I roll my eyes, thinking about what all she said, and grab a bag from underneath. I open it, revealing various weapons such as knifes, bows, and guns. After the scavengers attacked me and stole most of our stuff, Myra started collecting  weapons and ammunition again. I rummage through the bag, searching for the bow and arrow. I try my hand with different weapons whenever she isn't home, hoping to familiarize myself with everything just in case there is an emergency. As of now, I find the bow and arrow most interesting. 

I set up a pillow which I used as target practice and take a few steps back. I fire a few shots, watching as arrows fly everywhere. I wince as I bend down to pick the arrows that landed astray. I look down and see a dark red stain on my shirt. Blood had soaked through. I jump back, scared at the amount of blood visible through my dark blue flannel. I quickly remove my shirt and place my hand over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. I rush to the medical kit Myra placed in a kitchen drawer and tear some gauze. I try my best to wrap my wound, but its of no use - I am bleeding through the gauze. I need to stitch it up, I think, searching the kit for a needle and thread. Moments pass, and I spot a couple needles and some thread. Heading to the table, I place both down and remove the gauze. By this point the gauze is completely soaked, so I trash it. I look nervously at my wound, and pick up a needle. It takes me a minute, as my hands are shaking, but I manage to put a piece of thread through the needle. I say a prayer and start stitching. Just then, the door bursts open. It was Will. I drop the needle, relieved to see him. I rush to him - "Where have you been?"

"Where's Myra?" he asks, his voice deep.

"I - I'm not sure. She hasn't been home in a couple days." I say nervously.

Will looks down and sees my open wound. "What happened?" he asks confused.

"I was doing some stuff and I just noticed it started bleeding - I'm not sure." I say, not wanting to tell him about my unauthorized target practice.

A look glazes over Will's face as he closes the door. "Let me help you with that."