To survive without them

chapter 18- Chace POV

"I am starving, can you get us some food, like now" Chris whines, rubbing his stomach sadly.

"Yeah mate Jacob has just gone to..........."

"Stop pulling my hair Patch or i'll pull your something where the sun don't shine"

"Curly how dare you talk like that to your brother, he is just trying to style it,your the oe who said it looked ugly."

"But i didn't want him to do it, I wanted Abby to"

"Yeah I know I want her here too."

The place has been a mad house ever since Jacob left to go find food. All of the kids cling to him, like a magnet and the funny thing about it is, that he doesn't mind playing the daddy, but he calls himself big bro. I on the other hand seem to be the person the gang get to muck around with, except Curly and Patch, I keep a close eye on them. Curly has been picking up some rude language lately.

So far I have kept the place to a minimum uproar of yelling, screaming and wrestling which is better than last night when we almost had a fire. Some little kid with a shaven head decided he wanted to tell spoky stories with a candle and his sister got soo scared that she beat him up thinking he was a deathdog, the candle dropped to the floor and poof up went the rug.

Things like this never happen when Abagail is around. It has been a whole three days since she left to find Taylor with Tweeks, neither of them have returned. Every night I go to sleep and wish Abagail was in my arms or beside me, just so I know she is OK and safe. The virus has taken so much away from me but it will never, NEVER take Abagail from me.

I have suggested, well argued that we should go for her, who knows where she is she could be beaten up by the deathdogs or even worse, in a dumpster bin.

"Why don't we play a game" I shout and the room falls silent.

"What type of game, asks the bald kid.

"The silence game" I twinkle my fingers making it sound like the best game in the world.

But Patch has to ruin it for me.

"He means, we should shut up and not make any noise" he snorts.

"Well that might be a good idea, as I don't know we might just get ourselves KILLED" screams,  Chris always anxious about the Deathdogs.

And it starts up again, the fighting arguing with Chris, who has allocated himself king of the kids.

A small tugg, nips at my elbow, I turn around to see TWeeks, his hair an even weirder style. I smile down at him, he has kept really quite these past few days.............................................

"What are you doing HERE?!" I panick he should be with Abagail, looking for Taylor.

He shifts on his feet and start chewing his lip, a wild crazed look in his eye.

"WHAT>HAPPENED>TO>HER?" I repeat, just in case he didn't catch it the first time.

"Can we talk, downstairs?"

I grab his tiny arm and I yank him towards the door, dragging him down the stairs, his tiny feet trying to keep up. I let him go, to juggle the traps and I slide into the little room off from the side of the corridor.

I pull him in after me, my stomach doing somersaults and my heart beat getting faster with the suspence.

"What?" I plead.

He looks down and the words come tumbling out of his mouth, tears streaming down his cheeks.

I listen taking in every single word. Abagail. Abagail. Abagail.

"So what your saying is, she went to have a closer look at the building what building?"

" The big concrete one in the junkyard."

"Oh, right, and then you say a Death dog found her under the house and dragged her out, a slung her over his shoulder knocked out and took her into the building."

"Yes" he sobs, his hands covering his puffy face.

"Did she yell anything?" I push for answers.

"Yes." he looks me in the eye, and I have a feeling I don't want to hear it .

"Well tell me what"

"She said ' Tell them I love them all and especially.................."

"Expecially who"

"Well I don't know, that when the dickhead decided to knock her out. I swear I didn't know what to do, but these guys are dangerous, deadly, I don't know what she heard under that house but it mustn't have been good. I thought I should bust in, but then I thought if I get caught you wouldn't know where we were."

"Know where who are?" a deep voice comes from behind us, I turn to see Jcob, a sack slung pover his shoulder standing in the hallway door, a big smile on his face, from the looks of things he got food, and judging by the crumbs all over his shirt, he ate some too.

But that's not the problem, how can I tell Jacob that his twin sister has been taken by a mad group that has possibly killed her already. Oh and that the kids upstairs isn't very cooperative right now.

I give Tweeks a look and he back down behind me.

"Abagail." His eyes frown and his mouth drops as well. He peeks behind me and takes in TWeeks.

"Oh, holy F**k" and he let it rip, any word under the sun, comes out of his mouth, but not directed at anyone.

He storms up the stairs and I run after him. What the hell was this dude doing, it looked as if someone was going to die.

All the kids stop and stare as Jacob thrusts stuff into a backpack, frantically running around. I start to do the same, I must find Abagail.

I stop a sudden thought crossing my mind.

"Where are you going?" I ask Jacob as he ties new laces onto his combat boots.

"To get my twin" he practically has no voice.

"I'm comin, but these people are deadly and once we get her out, we are going to leave this city. Kids back up all of your shit, anything you will ever want, we are never coming back" Now its my turn to go mad. I make a plan in my head, while packing up everything I own, and helping Jacob pack Abagail's things.

We all pause at the door, dressed in black, seven kids, Jacob and I. a knife in my back pocket and Jacob holds a machette, who knowws where he got it from.

"Got the plan?" Jacob grunts.

"Yes" al the kids say in unison.

How could we not, after Tweeks had explained the place and drawn maps, Jacob and I had spent two hours coming up with a plan of attack, and a get away car, which we sent two older kids to get, they said they could drive, well I bloody hope they can cause our lives depend on it.

"Lets go get my sister" Lets go get the love of my life. Lets go get my girl.

Stuff Taylor, Abagail is mine, and if we leave this stinking city without him, the better it will be. May the best man win.