Reprecussions

Chapter 3

I haven' t moved since I had gotten out here; and I think it's been about thirty minutes. There's no sign of any life on the street in front of me. No mutations, not shadows, no nothing. I'm about to slide my knife out of my sheath and inspect it for the tenth time when something catches my eye.

Movement. Right, there. I look as my eyes catch it again. It's sneaking in the shadows of other buildings and overgrown weeds. I zip up my jacket and take off in its direction. Staying in the shadows as well; my dark clothes camouflaging me. My footfalls are as quiet as ever, barely making a sound.

I tail them as it makes turns: left, right, right, left, straight. This person seems to know exactly where they're going. Must be a local or something of the sort. I speed up just a little and get right on their heels. They still haven't noticed me yet. My boot scuffs and a rock skids past them. They go to look behind them, and that's when I make my move.

I use my foot to catch up their feet and they go down with a grunt. Their voice is low, but I'm unable to finish my thoughts as I go to pin them. But as soon as I lunge, I feel feet press against my hips and I feel myself fly over the person and land on my back.

We're in an alleyway with barely any light, the only light is produced by the full moon set high in the sky. I go to jump up, but they straddle my hips. I throw up my forearms -that they didn't pin under them- and cover my face while they throw punches at me. They're about to throw another punch but I catch them off guard and throw a right hook. It finds it's target on their cheekbone and it surprises them, only for a couple seconds, but enough time to land a punch in their ribs.

They groan and lean forward, just a little bit, but enough for me to get my right leg out and wrap it around their left side. With all my strength, I flip us, and we change positions. I end up facing the wrong way though. I flip fast and pin them again.

I realize that they're wearing a mask. Like a ski mask. My hair falls over one of my shoulders. "Woah, woah, woah. Wait. Wait." They throw their arms up like I had when I realize my fist is drawn back in punch. "You're a girl?" They question.

"Yes. Why does that make a difference?" I ask, but I don't give them time to respond as I rip off their mask. A boy. I scramble up and away from him like he has the plague. I take out my flashlight that I always have in my jacket pocket and shine it at him as he stands up, though making sure it isn't in his eyes, I'm not that mean.

He has dirty blond hair, with hazel eyes. I can see tanned skin peeking out from the jacket and gloves he's wearing. His clothes are black, better to slip in between shadows. I watch as his muscles clench and relax. He must've played sports or worked out a lot.

"How are you alive?" I look him up and down. Once he's at his full height, he's about five inches taller than me, which makes him about six one.

He looks me up and down as well, sizing me up. "The same way that you're alive." He says simply as his eyes level with mine.

"Are there more of you?" I question him.

"Yes. Quite a bit. And you? Are there more girls that survived?" He answers.

"Yes. Quite a bit as well. Are you the leader of the group of boys?"

He grins at me. "Me? Oh no, that's Ren's position. I'm just a second in command." He has an amused look on his face.

"I want to meet with him." I say at him.

He chuckles at my straight nature. "Alright. If that's what you want." He shrugs at me and turns towards the way we came from. But I stand still; surprised at how easy that was to accomplish. I expected some type of refusal.