Joey and I sneak into an old looking music shop.
I give Joey my extra knife and we split up and search the shop.
Everything is covered in dust. The guitars on the walls, the drum sets, and pianos.
My mom loved the piano.
She was always the tough mom ready for anything, but she a had a soft spot for music. She used to say how the best music was the kind when you could close your eyes and imagine the story happening while you listen. I never got to learn to play. I always thought I would have time to do it later. I guess not.
I sit on the piano bench and just wipe the dust off the keys with my hands.
Joey sits next to me.
"The store is safe. No walkers, and still no Mike." I say.
"Do you know how to play?" Joey asks.
" I wish."
Joey scoots closer toward me and he puts his fingers on the keys. He plays softly and it sounds like beauty and the beast.
I close my eyes and I can see what my mother was always talking about. Music could tell a story. You just have to listen.
He stops playing and I open my eyes.
"Your amazing." I say.
"Yeah, well if you like that you should hear Mike play. When we find him, bring him hear." He says in an almost happy tone.
"Okay." I say. I just hope we find him.
Christian
I follow Alaska to the back door to target and we head to the spray paint section. I grab a couple black, red, and white.
"Okay now that we have the paint. Let's go look for Mike." I say.
"I'm staying here." Alaska says.
"What? No your not, your gonna help me find Mike." I say. She can't just leave me.
"If she likes Mike so much why doesn't she just date Joey, there fucking twins. How much different can they be?" Alaska says. She turns around and starts walking away from me.
"Why do you want to stay here?" I ask.
"This is home for me." She says.
"Alaska, please just stay. We can look for Mike for a little , then we can go do something you like for a change. What do you like any way?" I ask.
She turns around and looks at me. We just stand there staring at each other in silence.
Moments later she walks up to me.
"You." She says so close I could smell her Alaska scent.
She smells like mangos.
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Authors words I guess:
The Last sentence is dedicated to Xochilt :)
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Mystery / ThrillerThe last book to "The End Series". Cassidy has more issues and loses more people than she has ever thought. It may seem like the end to her but it's just the beginning.
