Run away.

Chapter 2 (Cody)

"Hey"

A voice whispered, barely audible over the raging fire.

I looked up to see where the voice was coming from but I couldn't tell who was speaking to me.

"Hey, Dude"

The voice said again. This time, I realised who it was coming from.

Sitting near me was another boy around my age. Their clothes were ragged and tattered;  it looked like his hair hadn't been washed in years, but this wasn't uncommon. Everyone here including me was absolutely filthy; features so caked in dirt you couldn't really make out one person from the next

"Do you have any food?"

The boy asked, with a hopeful look in his eyes. His accent was strange but familiar. Australian? American? Canadian?

I wanted to help him so badly, but we were all hungry and I only had one cracker left. And I was NOT prepared to give it to him.

"No Sorry" I replied.

They nodded understandingly. I could tell they were disappointed.

Reluctantly, I pulled the cracker out of my pocket. His eyes lit up. I snapped it in half and then give him one half. They took it greedily and wolfed it down. All the time he was eating, I just sat there watching. AWKWARDLY. Regretting my decision to sacrifice half of my food stock.

I should've known this by now. I should've known that, you should never trust people, and never share your resources. But I didn't and I guess that's how I failed. I guess that's what lead my downfall.

I knew giving him the cracker would jeopardise my chances of survival. Why did I even give my food to him? I don't know. Oh well.

The whole shack was once again plunged into awkward silence. I could hear the wind howling outside. It sounded like an animal hissing and growling; fighting itself, or possibly fighting something else. First the rain and now the wind. Great! Why am I being so paranoid?

I told myself that I needed to calm down. It didn't stop the hairs on the back of my neck from standing up or sweat seeping of my palms like a waterfall (I'm not kidding I was sweating so much).

"We are not going to die. We are not going to die.We are not going to die."
I repeated it like a mantra in my head.

"-We are not going to die. We are not going to..."

"CRASH"

The door flung itself onto the floor. People stared in horror. Nobody screamed. The shock of it overwhelmed them. It had shocked me as well, but not as much.

Part of me expected something bad to happen. With so many unchanged humans here, one of us would have been tracked. I should have run when I could have, but no. I had to stay, where the fire was warm and away from the rain. In a space I thought we were safe from danger.

I'm a coward. Why do I even exist?

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A/N

Well that was part 2. What do you think?

Thanks again for reading this. I'm not a very good writer so bare with me.

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