Perilous

Chapter 27

Amiras POV

It all happened so quick.

Tristan and I were back in one of the trucks with Ian sitting on the passengers side of the window, I was in the middle and Tristan was the one driving. His dark brown, almost black locks were pushed out of his face with a headband he'd found stranded on the ground from earlier. His eyes were blood shot but still wide open as he was driving us anywhere far from Perilous' base. Ians hands were clenched in fists, if he opened them they'd begin shaking. And me, I couldn't feel anything. My hands were rested on my lap, perfectly fine as I stared straight ahead, not letting my mind wonder to any thoughts I wasn't ready for yet. I waited for a radio to come in from anybody local, we radioed in every five minuted in hopes somebody around will let us take cover with them.

Tristan didn't know where he was going, he wasn't from anywhere near here. He just kept driving straight until he couldn't and by instinct turned in the next direction.

It was silent in the truck, an uncomfortable silence we all felt. Not because we did something to each other but what we went through wasn't something where things could quickly get back to normal again.

Normal.

What the hell was ever normal.

"Why the bloody hell isn't anyone answering us!" Tristan yelled, breaking the silence.

I didn't look at him, my gaze still forward as I took the radio back out again and spoke into it.

"Emergency alert, T-013 need shelter asap." I signaled in for what felt to be the hundredth time.

I decided to use Tristans name and code number because if I used my own, we could walk into a trap or just some people we didn't need to deal with at the time. My name and face quickly became known after I was took from my old home, plastered all over the states.

"The truck isn't going to last us much longer." Ian said, looking at the gas moving down to E.

Tristan banged his hand on the steering wheel speeding up again. I looked out the window and watched as we passed by abandoned buildings each one a different height than the one next to it. A few homeless walked around, searching for supplies on their own. As we kept driving i noticed we were getting closer and close to the city until we were finally in it.

More of these buildings and stores looked to be alive and clean. Meaning it had life inside, this entire city was running and something was telling me we weren't supposed to know about it.

"We can hide somewhere here until we find somewhere better to go." Ian replied

Tristan nodded his head in agreement and parked the truck in an empty alleyway not far from where we just stopped the car to take a look at the city.

"The radio isn't working anymore, the signal seems to be cut off." I said more to myself than to either of them.

We didn't have anything to take with us when we started to walk on what would've been the sidewalk if the streets weren't destroyed ages ago. All of our more loaded guns and clothes were left at the base, the only thing I had with me was a bag on my back filled with files he left on his desk.

As we walked by stores, the lights would immediately shut off and sounds of many locks on the doors were locking, keeping us out. Heads peeking out of blinds were exposed letting me only see the eyes of the people around us. It was getting too quiet for our liking, our steps slowly became smaller and we weren't rushing to get anywhere.

"Stop." I finally said. Both the boys looked at me, confused.

I continued, "Somebody else is watching us."

I could feel the harsh gaze burning into me from all around. I looked up to see the rooftops and saw shadows moving around, much more than just a few.

It was then when we heard sirens blaring through out the city and the shadows I saw on the rooftops came flying down strapped on ropes so they wouldn't fall to their deaths, and turning into visible bodies for me to see.

It wasn't long before all three of us were surrounded by men, all armed. The sirens stopped and the street lights turned on, making each man visible, sort of. Every single person surrounding us had some sort of mask on, only making their eyes visible to see.

Nobody said a word until a loud roaring engine was heard, a dark army green Jeep coming to the scene.

"What the hell is happening." Ian said, hands still clenched.

"Shut up." I muttered back to him.

I kept my gaze straight ahead, my eyes being blinded by the sharp head lights from the Jeep point straight at us. The door to the Jeep opened and closed, thought I couldn't see who was coming out of it yet.

I could hear their boots hit the concrete as they walked over to us, a man, tall and lanky moving people over to get out of his way so he could get to us.

He was in all black, but he didn't have the same mask as everyone else. He had a black bandana covering his mouth revealing his bright blue eyes and dirty forehead and blonde hair.

Almost familiar, his eyes were squinting at me specifically.

He slightly turned his body around to whisper something to a man who was standing beside him. As he turned, a red bandana was hanging from his back pocket.

Peter?

I looked over at Tristan, he did the same.

His tall, lanky figure turned around and approached the three of us. Taking off his bandana and shoving it into his pocket.

"You pricks! my god I ain't think I was gonna ever see you again!" He yelled.

It was Peter.

"I'll be damned." I heard Tristan mutter lowly, even I was surprised I heard.

A rush of secureness overwhelmed me as I began to realize that we were safe for the time being. A small portion of my chest felt like it could finally take a breath, but only a little bit because without him my chest is compressed, not letting me breathe.

I was so caught up in my thoughts I hadn't notice Tristan and Peter had been talking the entire time.

"Y'all can come into my apartment till we figure out where to get you settled. Meanwhile, there's a story I am dying to hear from y'all." Peter said, smiling.

He always knew how to be light hearted in any situation. A quality I wish I could have right now.

We followed Tristan was he walked us to a tall building with about 60 floors to it. The outside didn't look good at all, everything was tore up and it was frightening. Though when we got inside, everything was clean and nothing that I'd imagine it'd look. It was all so white, the walls and couches. The floors were glossy and made of marbles, I didn't understand how.

Peter must've noticed the confused look on my face, he turned around with a smirk telling me it took ages to get everything the way it was.

Though I wasn't interested in the buildings interior, I couldn't focus on anything expect for what just happened not too long ago. What happened that changed everything.

We finally got into his room, I hadn't payed much attention to my surroundings and had already found myself sitting on a dark black, well cushioned couch right next to Tristan. Peter came back and brought us drinks with glasses in hand.

"Some vodka, you can never get enough of it." Peter simply said as he sat down right in front of us, not wasting a second and waiting on how we ended up where we were now.

I took a sip of the poured vodka that was in my glass and starred directly at the ground.

"There's things I haven't talked about with you and Tristan. I let it be left alone. But after this night when it felt like the devil himself was there, you two have more to explain than I do." I said, my teeth gritted as I looked up to glare at Peter and turned my head to look at Tristan as well.

"Deal." They both said.