Chapter 36

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Third POV

They were left in the empty room as the person who lead them here by the name of Jeremy as he'd told them in the conversation they had coming here was stood outside the door as a guard.

"Ethan, what do you think about this place, should we trust them, should we stay?"

"I don't know, do you want to? I'll go with whatever you want to do, if you want to leave we will, want to stay here that's ok"

Grayson was in thought as he was about to answer when the door opened and in came a couple people, three men and two women. They sat around the rounded table as they stared at them in curiosity and suspense. Not sure what they exactly want to talk about.

"So when the war first started where were the two of you, are you brothers, friends?"

"Um, I was in my basement working out when my friend  came down the steps and everything shook and the lights went out, he told me what was going on and so we stayed down there for as long as we could"

"I was watching TV in my living room when my mom was in a hurry running around between the house and the cellar, I tried asking her what was going on but she just took me down to the cellar and before she could get in...the bomb it, the blast from it slammed the door shut and she, she d-died" Grayson teared up as he spoke of his mother, he still blames himself and thinks it was his fault, Ethan's tried telling him there was nothing he could've done but he's stubborn and just ignores it.

"How did the two of you meet?"

"After several months of staying in the basement we were running low on recourses, we packed up whatever we needed and left, we traveled from town to town, in one of them we had our first encounter with those people, they killed a little girl and left, we stayed hidden and waited until a while before leaving."

"We weren't sure if they were there to help, until we saw what they did. We kept going from town to town, in one of them we went our separate ways to check the houses for anything we could use, they came and killed Bryant, my best friend. They chased after me but I managed to escape"

"A couple towns later and I came up to a school, as I walked up the steps and entered the school one of those people were there and was gonna kill me, Grayson was in the school and saved my life, we killed him. After that we just kept going from town to town, we had some accidents here and there but we're alright"

"I just stayed in the cellar for as long as I could before leaving and stayed in my town until Ethan came and from then on we stayed together" Grayson told

"Where'd you get the car?"

"We killed some people back at a town and took their car"

"So its just the two of you, right?"

"Yes" we both answered

"Ok, you two can stay in one of the apartments, they're not very big but it'll do for the two of you, this place is a sanctuary, most people here lived here before the war started. When the war started we all hid in our basements, we have radios in case of situations like these and we all communicated and all came out together"

"We take in survivors and provide for them, we all have a part here and help out in some way, after you two are settled in come here tomorrow morning at 8:00 so we can assign you a job"

"Thank you so much for letting us stay here, we both really appreciate it" Ethan thanked them

"It's no problem, it's what we do"

"Could we go back and get our car along with our things?"

They agreed and left with some others back to the car, afterwards leading them back to the town and into their new home. They settled down throwing little of what they had left on the ground as the people left them on their own.

In an apartment building of the color grey where they stayed on the fifth floor in the last apartment on the right.

It was a one bedroom apartment, with a kitchen, living room, bathroom and a porch connected to the living room, it was small but comfortable.

They laid down on their bed, next to each other as they stared up at the ceiling, within minutes falling asleep entangled in a cuddle of limbs intertwined.

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