"You feeling alright, Red?" A older teenage boy (18) sits in front of a fire, his green eyes looming more free due to the light. His short blonde hair moves lightly to the wind, being a colder night. "Red?"
"Yeah?" A younger teen (14) looks up from the fire and towards him, with her blue eyes. Shineing like the moon hitting the ocean's surface. Her black long hair was pulled up into a pony tail, with bandanna wrapped around her head, where the hair line lies. It would seem as though the siblings weren't even siblings. But they had the same face shape and attitude.
"You alright?" He ask making the girl shrug. She was unsure. "What's up?" His voice was deep, but not extremely. It was soothing for the girl to hear. Loving it.
"I'm...not sure." She says honestly. "Just tired maybe." He nods and smiles.
"Well. I love you little Red."
"Love you too, Jake."
...
Another dream. She was dreaming again.
She sits up, having the same old bandanna, but much shorter hair, a matured face, and a scar on her left cheek. The older girl was in a old shack. Next to a old rail road station. Lucky for her she found food that night, making her have a better chance to live, but still dead on the inside. Should I stay...or leave? That was the big question for the day, she always had one. Everyday. Most of the time it was the same, but this one was different.
She could stay a couple days, get caught up on her loss of rest. Though she can risk someone coming in and find her, or the sick ones. She could leave, having to not sleep or sleep in a tree again, and still probably end up run into people. The girl shrugs and flops back down onto the bed. Not really caring. Sometimes it makes her sad that she and probably other people don't know why they're living. She has no one, no love to give. What was the point of living if there's nothing for you? Maybe because of the fear of death, but she doesn't fear it. Maybe to find a place, to actually find relaxation, but you never really can. Maybe waiting for something to happen, but for what? Death?
Maybe for hope.
Maybe for love.
For family.
Or the better answer...
Nothing.
She sighs pushing away the thoughts and stands up grabbing her bag, putting her gun in it's holster, and her knife if it's holster. I'll just go out for a bit, and maybe come back. She thinks walking out of the smaller room, still hearing the walker couples' groans.
"Seriously guys." She says. "If you don't want me to kill you. Than be quiet." She shrugs at them, as the sick ones keep groaning. Her blue pearls roll to the back of her head in a playful manner as she walks towards the door. "Fine." Why the hell am I talking to the sick? She thinks as she sighs at herself. Am I that lonely? Part of her wants her to say yes, but the other part says no, I don't need anyone else.
Then she hears herself chuckling as she starts walking through the forest, only a couple yards away from the train station. She thinks of anything she'll find, even though it's past twelve o'clock, some sort of animal doesn't sound bad to her. For breakfast of course.
The sun barely peeked through the grey clouds, now being winter instead of fall. Maybe staying in that old train station wouldn't be so bad, if it rains. The leaves on the trees were either gone or an ungly brown, making everything look...dead. Like the world already is. There was then a groan, making her look. Seeing a sick one. She grabs her knife and walks towards it, as it limps towards her.
She kicks it's knee down and then stabs it's head, the sock person falling to the ground. Dead. Like the leaves. The teen looks through the dead's stuff seeing nothing useful. The dark brunette sighs standing, she then hears something else walking behind her. She turns and freezes. There stood a dog, a bit bull. The dog was a dark brownish grey color, just looking.
"Hey." The teen says, putting her hands up and taking a step back. "I don't want to do anything." The dog walks up towards her and has an unemotional face on. "Get away." The girl says again but the dog charges making her grab her knife but before she could attempt to stab the beast, it jumps on top of her, making her hit the ground hard.
She looks up at the dog with little fear. She grabs her knife with her left hand about to attack but feels the dog lick her check. The girl stops and becomes confused. It keeps licking her making her chuckles and put the dog. "Hey." She says as the dog gets off of her and sits there. She sits up and looks at the dog. "You just want a friend, huh?" The dog licks her check again making her chuckle again. "Ok, well, nice meeting you..." She then sees the dogs collar and looks. "Rosie." The dog barks and sticks it's tongue out panting. "Well, I'm Red." The dog barks again and keeps licking her face making Red laugh and giggles. "Is it just you out here?" The dog just keeps licking making her chuckle more.
Red then stands and and looks down at the dog. "Do you you have a home?" She ask making the dog bark and smile in a way. "Well, get back then if you do." Rosie barks again and runs off. Red's smile slowly drops, as she walks back towards the train station.
