My Timeless Torment.

Chapter 6

Asher's Point Of View

We didn't need a car, my mum had left Clara and I an old van. It was about the only thing she left, convinced that I was going to get sick because of how 'reckless' she said I was.

She didn't even bother to take her baby daughter.

I glanced at my phone among my only possesions, stacked in a corner of our house. It was nearly time to call her.

I thought about leaving. I thought about Clara and I packing up and getting out, but that was before I met Lucy. I was 15, her 14 and although it was only a year ago, it felt like forever ago when we would sneak out too meet and roam the small section of the city that we assumed was the safest.

We met up until it got worse, less people being able to protect themselves when supplies were low. Less people staying okay and more people getting sick.

I told her I had to stay with Clara and she offered me to live with her, but I couldn't.

I had to take care of Clara, I couldn't distract myself with her.

I told her that if the disease ever got any worse, we could go. We could find another place, we could flee the insanse and and the sickness but I didn't know where we could go. Nobody knew what the other cities were like. Nobody knew of any quarantine places.

It felt like everyone had just accepted the world falling apart.

I could hear a couple of the infected fighting further down my street.

Tearing off the hem of an old t-shirt, i tied it around Clara's mouth and nose, in an attempt to protect her from what was in the air.

We couldn't stay any longer, it was time to go.