Cynthia's point of view
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"I didn't kill anyone!" I say with my jaw clenched.
Blood continues to run from my nose to my mouth.
He grabs me the collar of my teal t-shirt and punches me one more time, the pain was real, but not real at the the same time.
"Why did you do it?" He asks trying to not let the somber escape his voice.
I spit the blood from my mouth on his face, it lands on the his cheek.
"I didn't kill anyone" I say one last time, my jaw still clenched.
"Oh really?" He says sarcastically as he wipes the blood off his cheek with the back of his hand.
"Matt pull out the tape." He says to one of the men guarding.
The men push a tv forward that was to far back to see due to the lack of light, and the inserts a tape.
It's security footage.
I see myself.
So innocent.
So sad.
I'm exiting sams, and I reach for my duffel bag.
Pop.
And just like that the security guard is dead.
The guards move the TV back into the darkness.
"Whats your name?" I ask sweetly.
He seemed surprised.
"Mark" He says, his eyes brows up and his shoulders high.
"Look Mark, the world is chaos, I lost my sister the first day this shit went down, you don't expect to live do you?" I say.
He looks even more surprised.
"I needed food, your brother wasn't going to live doing that job and you know it. Really, this is on you." I add
He drops his gun on the ground.
"Matt, Jessie, out." He says with a little hand jester for the guards to leave.
He sits in front of me Indian style.
"Where are you stayin?" He asks me.
"Currently.. in my car." I say confidently "but you fucked that one up"
"I have another car, it's bigger, it's a rav 4."
I look to the left and to the right to still see Octavia and Kenya fast asleep.
"Where are we?" I ask.
"Virginia" He says.
I smile inside.
"I have one condition" he adds.
"What?" I ask, my happiness wanting to leave.
"I must stay with you." He says "these people I'm with, they are not people, they seek revenge."
"Okay, but I killed your brother" I say mockingly.
"Yes, you did, but you're right, you needed too. He wasn't going to live another day with that job." He says, finally letting me see the somber.
"When do we leave?" I ask.
"I'll sneak y'all out the back door tomorrow, I'll park the car and steal some materials. It's risky, but it's worth it." He reply's
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Gloaming
Teen Fiction17 year old Kenya James always thought her life would be normal. She's overall very smart and had her life planned from beginning to end. At least she thought. All her plans become corrupted when the sun goes out. Now her only focus is to survive. (...
