Life or Death

Stranger Danger

I walked on through the deserted street keeping my eyes peeled for any unwanted surprises. I saw a quick movement out of the corner of my right eye and quickly turned to see what was there- nothing.

"That's strange," I thought, "usually one of those things would have tried to eat my brains already."

I cautiously walked toward the alley where the movement came from. I place my right hand on my father's machete which was holstered in my black belt, just in case.

I stepped over some rubble into the alley and spun quickly to the left when I heard a loud slurping noise.

Through the large hole in the building's wall I saw a tall masculine figure with overgrown brown curly hair whose back was to me. His posture was straight and he didn't have any loss of limbs or a trace of blood on him.

Even though he appeared human like myself, I had to protect myself. I drew out my machete and the noise caused the mystery male form to turn towards me.

His eyes quickly swept over my body and he seemingly smirked in approval. I then noticed the bowl and spoon in his hands and my mouth watered at the thought of food.

"I'll give you my soup if you promise not to slice me in half," I jumped out of my trance when he spoke and I realized I was still holding my machete over my head.

I looked him over before I made any moves. He was wearing black jeans that were ripped at the knee, a black t-shirt and brown lace up boots. He appeared to be late teens to early twenties.

I stopped my ten second look-over and slowly lowered my weapon and put it back in the holster, my hand lingering in case he tried any funny business.

"Sit the bowl down and back away from it with your hands up." I ordered him.

He surprisingly obliged, sitting down the bowl and backing away with his arms raised. I tentatively picked up the bowl and sniffed the contents as if it were poisoned.

"Where did you find soup?" I asked him curiously and I took a sip tilting the bowl towards my mouth; no way was I going to use a spoon after some stranger.

"I have my ways." He smirked at me and I rolled my eyes as I slurped down the rest of the soup, which was actually quite delicious, though I haven't had much to compare it to lately.

I sat the bowl down and turned towards the alley and said a simple "Goodbye, thanks for the soup," as I walked away from the attractive boy. Wait, did I just call him attractive? Maybe I was hallucinating from the lack of food.

"Wait!" he called after me, "Can I at least get your name?" I groaned and turned around with an annoyed expression on my face.

"Name's Amelia. Goodbye." I said with a forced smile and jogged away from the boy praying he wouldn't follow.

Sadly my prayers weren't answered today. "Amelia- that's a nice name. My name's Harry. Harry Styles." He told me with a wink.

I stopped and turned around slowly while glaring at him. "Look Harry Styles, I spared your life so I could eat and that's it. I don't want to be friends, I don't want to be acquaintances, I don't even want to breathe then same air as you. So if you could go back to whatever you do I'll be on my way. "

He looked taken aback from my harsh response but regained his composure quickly, "Where are you going anyway? Do you know where other people are at? How far away are they? What-" I stopped his nonstop questions by holding up my hand then sitting down against the building.

He obviously wasn't going to leave me alone until I answered some questions so I guess that's what I'd have to give him. Whatever it takes to make him go away.

I gestured for him to sit next to me and after he was situated I spoke, "Alright now ask away." His eyes lit up and from the excitement behind his deep green eyes I realized we were going to be here all night. Fabulous.