I didn't know what to do. It was like he was trying to hypnotize me with his facial features. And his eyes, for how so can someone make such a pair of adoring emerald eyes. I made me want to look at them forever and ever. He just saved my life, I feels like a dream within reality. I put my gun back in my pocket and put my hands up.
"What are you doing? I'm not gonna search you or anything" he said,
"Well then, what do you want from me?" I said,
"Just to get you out of here and back where you need to be" He said,
"I'm not leaving until I get what I came here for, and that is crates of weapons and other necessities" I said,
"So that's what those crates are for" He said.
I nodded. I needed to get out of here, I feel the anxiety rise up in me. I need to get out of this trance that this guy is making me go in. I breathed in and out, trying to keep the anxiety calm until I got back to #5672.
"Cat got your tongue or something? Talk to me. I like hearing your voice." He said,
"OK stranger, what's your name?" I said a little uncertain of things that I'm doing,
"Christopher Dylan, but people call me Chris." He said,
"I suppose that you have a name of some sort, am I right?" He said,
"Lieutenant Alice Cambridge of Quarantine Zone #2326" I said.
I need to get the hell out of this place. Chris needs to give my the crates so I can head back home. I can't stay here, not saying that I want to, but I need to be in and out of here.
"Well then Alice, I could show you the crates to see if they are the right ones if you wish?" He said, walking his way to the windowsill to lunge over it to touch the ground. I nodded and jump over the windowsill and walked with Chris.
My stomach feels uneasy with a tingly sensation all over the place. What is happening to me? This doesn't happen during a little anxiety flare. I have so many questions, yet they are left unanswered and pushed to the side.
Could this be when I'm around somebody that I have a connection with? Is it a feeling that is mostly common to others? Whatever it is, I want to stop feeling it.
"Can I give you a nickname Alice?" He said,
"I rather you'd not. I just like getting called by my orignal name" I said,
"Ordinary people are the people you would dread to ever know in your life" He said openly,
"Well I get I'm a boring person to you then" I said, almost chuckling.
"Can I ,at least, give you a suggestion of the perfect nickname for you?" He said,
I didn't give him an answer, I was hoping he doesn't say it. I don't want to hear it come out of his mouth.
"How about this, Alli. It's almost like your name and it sounds really cute on you." He said, smiling at me.
When I heard that sentence, I immediately froze on the inside. First things first, he called me cute. I was called beautiful, but it was from Dad. The second thing, he fucking called me Alli.
I held back my tears and started to breathe heavily. I felt my entire body shut down before I collasped on the stained concrete. I tried to hold it in, I really did, and I would appluad myself for the attempt, but it was a failure when a couple of tears started to fall down the sides of my face.
Chris ran over to my side as I begin to see black dots black my vision. The last thing I felt, was a pair of arms wrapped around my slim body.
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Revolution of the Apocalypse
ActionImagine. Living on a street that thrived with happiness and joy. Kids did cartwheels in the street, laughed, and smiled. Parents and Neighbors sat on their porches and drank lemonade. Everything was perfect, and just like that. Gone in a flash. Bloo...
