Shattered

8

The sky was grey and cloudy - it always is in January. Since it was brighter today I actually got to look at the building we were in. It was about 9 floors high and all the windows were smashed. The building was fragile and weathered looking - as if it could collapse any minute. The alley was covered in sludge and empty bottles. It disgusted me.
"C'mon," Jay snapped me out of my thoughts.
" Fine," I trudged over to Jay with Troy by my side, " How far is it?"
" Couple hours, It's near Trembler, " He explained, " Its just a cabin type thing but its warm and has plumbing and by the smell of you two, you could both use a hot shower."
" Wow, that was uncalled for," a chuckled
" Its the truth."
" Okay, well how bout you tell me the truth about you?" I pushed him to answer since he still is a complete stranger.
" What do you want to know?"
" I don't know, maybe who you are? Whats your story? Why are you helping us? Anything please." I begged.
" My name is Jay."
" Last name? or middle?"
" Uh, um, Usufruct," I could here the awkwardness and I felt my face turn red with anger.
I stopped walking, dead in my tracts, under the lilac willow tree. He didn't look at me and kept his eyes pinned on the ground. No one said anything for at least 10 minutes.
" So, Usufruct, its getting cold. Lets keep moving," I didn't know what else to say.
Everyone I had ever met hated his father and mother and him and anyone remotely like them for that matter. They had survived the bombs and had everything they could ever want. They were perfect. Absolutely flawless. Like actually flawless. Everyone calls them the impeccables because of all those sprays they invented. They can take a severed leg and with the correct spray, they can attached it as if nothing happened.
The Usufruct's were behind it all. They swooped in with all the magical sprays and cash and all that shit. Built the word up so they could control it. Maybe they even started the bombings. Who knows. We could never stay with the spawn of satin. Once he got us to his place we would take everything and leave. That was the new plan.
My eyes drifted towards the sky. It was slowly becoming lighter and lighter as we walked down an ancient dirt road. Troy had his hands in his pockets and swayed as he walked. I kept my eyes on the rocky, gravel path and swatted some bugs that flew into my face.
"Stop looking at me," I spat.
"Why?" He kept his eyes on my body.
"Stop it, I'm serious."
I stopped walking and looked at him with hatred in my eyes. He paused only for a second. He looked at the ground and kept walking.
"I know what you think of me."
"Oh, you don't know shit," I hissed.
I could tell his face had dropped because of what I had just said. I really didn't care though. His family fucked everything up and now, even if its just verbal abuse, it still felt like a win.
"Agghh!"
We all froze, dead in our tracks. The painful cry was that of a woman begging for her life as the deacons shot her first in both knee-caps then arms and finally the head.
I cringed at the memories of all the people I've seen die like that. They were brutal and vile. And they killed my parents.