The Dying Generation

Chapter Forty-Nine

As we walked closer towards the dark building, I felt my nerves pick at me, I move closer to Nick's neck, trying to get a sense of security.
He didn't seem like he had much of a problem, or any hesitation with this building though.
The sound of his feet crunching on the leaves and twigs were easy to be heard. He had to step over the tall grass and vines at his feet, the area where nature had mostly taken over. He walked around the back way, I stared at the building, watching for any signs of movement. So I could alert Nick encase there were any trouble. I watched through the broken windows, seeing nothing but emptiness, darkness. That actually didn't help ease me. My right hand went up on instinct, grabbing onto Nick's ear lobe to help keep me up. The temperature of his neck kept the right side of me warm.

He walked around to a weak looking door. He reached out, grabbing onto the door knob with his right hand.
"It's been a while.." He sighed to himself, then pulled the door open. Showing us a pitch, black building. He walked into the building without pause.

The walls were cracking, the flooring was broken up, and there were wires hanging from the ceiling. It was deathly quiet. The air had a strange smell to it, the atmosphere was uncomfortable.
I didn't like this place. I turned myself away, hiding my face into Nick's neck. The only lighting we were given was whatever little light that came from outside and into the broken down building. I was nearly expecting a hand or something to touch me. Like a ghost. A shiver ran down my spin.

Nick glanced down to me in the corner of his eye but continued to walk ahead, further into the building, without saying anything.

I kept my face buried into Nick, but eventually, I finally looked up, seeing behind him.
My heart stopped, now seeing a shadowy figure coming up from behind of Nick and he had no idea.

My eyes went wide, my voice was caught in my throat. I couldn't get my words out.
Oh my gosh, please turn around!
I sat frozen, unable to move.
The figure picked up something, holding it above his head. He looked like he was about to hurt Nick!

"Ni-Nick..." I could barely get out. Then, he swung. Just as Nick was starting to turn around, it had hit him on the side of the head. Hearing a hallow sound as the thing came into contact with Nick's skull.
Not saying his head is empty..

I was nearly thrown off if it wasn't for Nick catching me on instinct.
He spun around, holding me up in his left hand, barely having me on his shoulder. He had his right hand up onto the right side of his temple.

Nick looked behind him, ready to defend himself until he just stopped and relaxed.
"Milo...? What the hell was that for?!"

The figure stepped into the light, now becoming the familiar Milo.
"Oh! Sorry, man. I thought you were a cop."
He held a rusty looking pipe in his hands.

"Do I look like a fucking cop?!" Nick almost yelled at him angrily. Making me cover my ears from the intensity of his voice. But I knew it was mostly because he was in pain. 

"You know, I have the feeling that was just an excuse to hit you.." Will walked by, coming out of the shadows.

"Shut up!" Milo snapped.
"There's cops all over Sal's and my house, they started to hunt all of us down."

"Serious..?" Nick mumbled.
I then realized, everyone was there. At least, everyone who was left. Milo, Will, Sal, and-

"Clay! Oh my gosh!"
Savannah rushed up towards Nick and I, holding her hands out as she scooped me off of his shoulder. Nick didn't really seem to mind, just looked at her once and continued with his conversation with Milo.

"Are you okay?" Savannah asked with worry as she held me up into her hands.

I smiled at her.
"I'm okay." I said a bit low.