Where are you going?

Chapter 11

Julia's POV

His eyes were looking into my own for what felt like minutes, but soon our convenient trance to each other was broken fra his words which came harshly from his mouth. "Who are you, and why are you following me?". His voice was low but It sounded like he was trying to be polite. I was still shaking from the heart attack he almost gave me. I didn't like surprises like these, where I had no control over, like for instance he was the one pointing a gun at me while asking questions. It wasn't supposed to look like I was looking for him, to then stab him with the kitchen knife, but I understood if that's what he saw. Because that's what he should see. He could've chosen to shoot though, so why didn't he? Was it because I was a female? Did he wanted to use me? My heart was beating fast at that thought. If he wanted to use me, he had to fight for it. I knew self-defense. Or maybe he didn't even know how to. He didn't look like the type to shoot people who follow him, or the type to break in a gun shop and steal threw guns and some bullets. He didn't look like the shooting crazy type of person either. "I was curious. Normal people don't drive like fucking psychopaths. Besides, quit weird timing to do so if you ask me.". I mean I had to say, it weirded me out how he was driving but what I really wanted was to feel safe. Right? I didn't know how to deal with guns, not after all the gunshots I had hurt in New York or the many wounds I had to stitch up. You don't wanna be the one to shoot when you know how a gunshot wound looks like from the inside and out. And whoever this blue-eyed young man was, he had guns and was even pointing one at me. And I had a way to stich up that wound of his, I noticed through his shirt. As a matter of fact, it was bleeding through it and he must be in a lot of pain because he wasn't on any drugs that would normally keep him form it. Nope, normal eyes, no excessive shaking, only a little pale, but that could be from the blood lose. "Then why the knife?". I knew he had to ask that, but didn't it make sense. I'm not stupid to go outside with no weapon at all. I mean, better than nothing. "Would you feel safe without your gun?". I honestly didn't know. But I had to know if he was worth keeping and stitching up so he could keep me safe. It sounded so fucked up, I know. I shouldn't need him, I really didn't want to need him, but the chance of survival for both of us was higher if we kept on together. I thought at least. It's not like this was a normal situation or alliance. "No, not really. But do you feel safe with me having the gun?". His eyes darted directly at mine before asking me. I was kinda shock of the sudden turn of voice. He sounded scary, but then I remembered he would have to fight if he wanted to hurt me. A shot woman wouldn't be much of a satisfaction, besides time has left and he has barely touched me. "If you would hurt me, you would've done it by now, instead of questioning me. Besides, you don't look like the type to run around and shot down women". I was more relaxed in our conversation but kept looking at him, like he could pull that trigger or turn to grab me again. "But you were still not convinced enough to just drive by me and knock on the car window, instead of following me into here with a kitchen knife?". I couldn't stop smiling about that. I looked pathetic right now, and it was ridiculous. I looked down in embarrassment and answered him back, just as teasingly. "You think you would have let me? I mean it could be anyone driving in a BMW.". A smirk was plastered on his face and his eyes almost lit up before the smile creeped up. "True. But no one drives a BMW like that unless it's a creepy stranger trying to spy on you.". He put his gun down behind him and started to walk away before checking the corners of the corridor we were standing in. Hospital beds were beside us both and the light above us was flickering like crazy. Wait. Did he say creepy stranger spying on him? Oh, hell no. I heard him hissing in pain and cursing on his way out. "You need help with that?". I could see his wound getting worse just from the blood on the shirt, he did look a little pale as well. "I'm fine, thanks.". I tried to help him, and he called me a creepy stranger. Fuck him. I didn't need him or his stupid guns. That reminded me, I needed to get Violette or Kat. I grabbed the dirty kitchen knife and placed it next to me and opened my phone, but it was dead. WTF, it was like at 40 back home. Maybe the conversation with the blue-eyed guy went for a longer time then I figured. I went to at hospital phone and dialed Violette's number. It went to voicemail again. Shit. I dialed again, then I hurt the gunshots. Someone was firing outside. I didn't care to run for now, I could hide if it was a human. Which it was. The blue-eyes guy came running towards me, and now I noticed why. He wasn't just firing for practice but at the 10 running half-dead zombie-looking creatures coming from behind him. He couldn't run for long, because of the wound, and I figured there was no bullets left since his gun wasn't in his hand anymore. I ran away from the hospital phone and the kitchen knife. I sprinted away from the smell and the growling sounds coming from behind me. My mind was going crazy and I was trying to catch a glimpse of the guy running a little behind me. He must be in pain right now, no, sorry, fuck him. I didn't need him. I ran faster, but only because I didn't have any wound yet. I noticed we had to turn at some point and needed to figure where it would lead us. If we could just turn back to my car and leave, we then had to go in the basement. Hospital basements was like high security most places, at least in New York. I only got down in the hospital basement to find morphine for patients or high operating machines. I quickly grabbed his hand and yanked him towards me, so that we now were running at equivalent speed and then pointing at a staircase door only 70 feet away from us, I saw how is eyes darted at mine to show understanding, but I couldn't stop seeing how he was in so much pain, his running was good but we needed to hurry. We slammed into the staircase and I locked it quickly before showing him down the stairs. "Come on. Downstairs. The cellar is always highly secured.". "you work here?". Oh no, I didn't want him to question me again. Was he a journalist or just highly extroverted, either way it was getting on my nerves." No. but I believe all hospitals work the same.". I was running down the stairs until It hit me. "Where's your gun?". I looked back at him but apparently he was too busy with something in his head. "Where is it?". No answer. We had to hurry. I opened the next door to the basement and luckily it was open. That meant others were down here. I had to make sure no one was putting us in danger. I ran a little before I noticed the blue-eyed guy to be far behind me. He was sitting against the cold wall, crumbled up and with his hands putting pressure on the wound. I quickly grabbed some gloves and hand sanitizer, which was located right beside me. I then grabbed cotton pads and bandages. I wanted to know if it was a bullet in there, but even I knew I needed something better than here to get it out and stich him up. I was by his side now, taking of his shirt. He was sweating and shaking hysterically and the bandage was soaked in blood. "Do it quick!". I yelled harshly at me, but I understood I had hurt worse come at me. But I needed him to calm down if I was going to clean the wound. "where are you from?". He was confused at my saying, and I took the chance, I searched for the end of the bandage and wrapped it around my own hand. Whoever bandaged him was not good and the blood was now everywhere. Good thing he wasn't looking at this. "Kansas". Ha, that must be a joke, cause he did not look like someone from Kansas. I was now cleaning the wound, while putting pressure, he couldn't need more blood and we couldn't stay long enough to get him more, even though we were at a hospital. His eyes were clear to me though, that meant he was fine. "really, never expected that. How is it there?" I asked him and tried to get him to answer, but he wouldn't stop looking at me or what I was doing to the wound. "look up Kansas boy and talk!". That didn't help, now he was smiling at me while I was trying to save his fucking life. He was distracting me with that smile and those eyes, I even got a glimpse of his dimples before I went back to the wound. "Where are you from, Bambi?". I smiled at my nickname while I was wrapping the new bandage around his abdomen. The blood was already peeking through but not soaking it like it did with the last bandage. He was looking up but with his eyes still darted at mine. Was the first time anyone had ever called me that since... since my brother called me that. "New York.". I handed him his shirt and felt his cold hands brush gently my own. We didn't have time for this right now. "We need to hurry. Now!". I stood up before helping him get up. We reached the opposite staircase as I had hoped for. That meant we had been running in a circle and ended up by my car, I hoped so at least. Yes, we reached the ground and I noticed the white BMW, I grabbed the keys and shoved him into the car. I checked for any creatures, but I couldn't see anyone. I ran towards the red Toyota just 100 feet away from us. When I arrived at it, I discovered some of the creatures laying around it. I guess he was the shooter I heard when I was trying to call Violette. They weren't dead but they weren't moving normally, and their bodies looked like they were rotten enough to just decompose which was kinda sad. Luckily, none of them were children, might even be older than me. I stopped examine the bodies and went to the car. Bingo. The guns and bullets were in the backseats. There was also shattered glass everywhere and a few bloodstains. I quickly grabbed the guns and bullets before running back towards the car, guess I could trust this guy to not just drive away with the BMW and the dogs. "Are you an idiot?! We don't need that, you could've been eaten by the fucking...!". "Shut up and keep pressure on!". He was trying to put pressure on but too focused on whatever I was doing and his eyes was constantly kept on me. He only needed to worry about himself though. Wish I could say that to myself right now, but I couldn't just leave him here. I drove of instantly while looking back at the dogs sometimes just to make sure they were fine. "Thank you" was all I heard while a smile was plastered on my face. I remember stitching up and bandaging patients in New York, but when the patient would wake up, I was long gone for a "thanks", I guess the main doctors liked me because I was helping them though. After my parent's death I think I wanted to come close as possible as I could. Guess saving others from what happened to my parents could give me some peace and understanding of what happened, but I couldn't keep doing that to myself. People used me for that too, men in particular. You might think after getting adopted and to get a new "family" was horrible and that I missed what I had with my mom and dad, but trust me, no family is perfect. Maybe that's why it ended so bad. Shaely and knew that, she was always there for me since we got her when I was 9. And I can't forget dance. Mom used to dance and even made some money out of it, but I guess my dad didn't agree at all, but now that doesn't matter. I moved to LA to dance and to support Violette, but I am also pursuing one of my mom's dreams. She always dreamt of coming back home to California and build a dance-studio for kids in trouble and who needed guidance in life. A free dance-studio and some sort of funding for it. I still remember how her face would lit up while talking about it.

I was starring at the road and tried to figure how to fix this. I needed to find Violette but now I have another human who needed my help. His blue eyes were btw darted at the backseats with the dogs, but soon they were back at me and stared me back like the first time he saw me. Kinda annoying and I couldn't really concentrate on driving. "Wanna take a picture of what you're seeing?". "Hey, you were the one stalking me.". he made me smile again. I don't know how but he did, but I was kinda embarrassed. I then pulled over and made sure he could dart his eyes at something else. The motel looked abandon, but you could see the curtains move around a some of the rooms, no dead people yet and no zombie-lookings either. I went back to the dogs and grabbed them before opening the car door for the passenger in shotgun. "you know, normally it's the guy who opens the doors to the girl.". I kinda felt weird doing it, but I didn't like that it was taking him that slow to open the dam door. "Normally, people don't turn into deathly zombies.". I was surprised he smiled at that, I thought I sounded kinda rude, but I guess I also needed sleep. Maybe he didn't even notice. I was far behind once again but the dogs were running on crazy alert so I could only check on him once. He was carrying the guns and bullets as if he had done it before. I didn't feel completely safe even though I should, I mean, I had helped him with his wound but still. It was about midday and the sun was baking the ground and creating the same sweaty feeling I had just three days ago on the road. I wish I could go back to that day. Back then I had Violette and my stuff with me. No deadly virus or zombie-lookings or not even a guy with guns pointed at me. The trauma still haunted me from last night and this morning, but I could at least try to get some sleep. Therefor I grabbed one of the room keys hanging behind the check in. No one was around to check but I left a note saying I would pay to whoever owned this place if they were alive and that I was 21.