Running for Their Lives

Cellar

So, I know my story so far isn't great xD I'm working on it! It'll get better I promise!^_^ Enjoy:) [R.I.P. Liza]

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"So. Where are you guys going?" asks Jack, after sitting quietly for several uncomfortable minutes.

"I don't know," I say looking away from him.

"You're just driving anywhere? Do you think that's a good idea?" he asks.

I pause for a minute and look at him. "All I know is that we're leaving the city...to get away from this..."

He looks at me with a sad expression. "Sweetie, what do you think you're gonna find outside this city?"

I look at him, getting angry, and say, "What are you talking about? There's gonna be help. A place to stay until this blows over. Until things are normal. We just have to wait this out."

"I don't know what you think this is. But I don't think this is something we can just wait out. The sooner you accept that, the better," he says, looking away.

I stay quiet. Could it really be possible? That this isn't temporary? It couldn't be...Something like that doesn't just happen. I won't think that way. We'll get out of this city alive. And things will be normal again.

We stay silent for a while when my dad pulls up to a gas station. We can't be out of gas already, can we? My dad, Damon, and Nadia get out of the truck. Jack and I look at each other then go to meet them.

"What are we doing?" I ask.

"We need a plan," my dad says, looking at all of us.

I look at him confused.

"We don't know how long this thing is going to be going on. I pray to God this doesn't last, but if it does, what do we do?" he says.

I look at him shocked. Am I the only one who knows this isn't going to last?

"We need weapons," says Jack.

"Not only weapons. Food, medicine," says Nadia.

They continue to talk and I keep getting angrier.

"What is wrong with all of you?! This ISN'T going to be forever! We just need to stop talking and start driving! Out of the city, like we FIRST said we would. We'll be safe there, and won't even have to worry about all this! Now let's go!" I say turning around to get back into the bed of the truck. Damon grabs my arm.

"Chandler, you don't know that. We all want to think that, but we need to think of the worst. Better safe than sorry," he pauses then holding back tears, says, "You saw what happened to Mom."

I yank my arm free. I get back into the bed of the truck without saying another word. I just sit and try and drown out their voices. Then I hear a knock. I look back and that little girl is knocking on the back window, trying to get my attention. I go over to her and she open the window slightly.

"Why did we stop? Did something bad happen?" she asks, is a quiet little voice.

"No," I say trying my best to force a smile. "They're just talking about getting some food. It's no big deal," I say.

She smiles and says, "Thanks," then closes the window.

I feel sorry for her. A little girl who looked to be just about 5 years old, having to see her dad shoot a woman in the head. I wonder if she really knows what's happening. Or if she's lost someone already. How much could she really understand?