After the conversation with Grandfather, I went to the room I woke up in to get ready to meet my team. Ella came into my room.
"Michael... I can't thank you enough for going through with this... It's... been rough for my people..."
I smiled at her. "Grandfather is strange. He has some sort of aura around him that just makes you..."
Ella finished my sentence, "Feel like it's all going to be ok?"
I nodded. "Yes. He makes me think that maybe the worst to happen, has already happened and we're building it back up!"
Ella smiled. "So you're going to meet up with your team now?"
I nodded. "They should be at the stadium by now. My radio was broken sometime during the whole shovel thing, but I doubt they'd leave a man behind-" suddenly the fantasy of this perfect society of the Immune left my mind and I remembered... Patterson... Tiffany... Sampson... My face fell. "-so easily..."
Ella put a hand on my shoulder. I smiled at her. I wanted to see her all the time. Her blank eyes seemed to daze me like two bright moons on a clear and beautiful night. I took her hand, it was soft, delicate, perfect.
Her hair, short black, it was the night sky behind her pale moon eyes. Her lips, slim yet begging for a kiss. I almost went for it before I gained back my composure. I stepped back and cleared my throat.
"I better- uh- get going."
She stopped me. "Wait."
There was a short silence, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. "Take me with you."
I gave her a look. "I don't know if my team would-"
She interrupted me. "For proof."
She smiled. I smiled back.
"Ok for proof."
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The Good, The Bad, The Dead
Ciencia FicciónA story about a soldier during the zombie apocalypse and his fight to discover who's side he's on and what he's fighting for... Made into multiple parts for multiple moments of twists and turns in this broken mans life in a broken world. Artwork doe...
