*Feedback! Feedback! Feedback! Okay so here it is. I apologize for any grammar ect. errors. Thanks for reading!* UPDATED: After reading some reviews, I edited some stuff in. This continues to be set in Pittsburgh to try and show he feels the need to go somewhere he knows. He holds onto things and people, as in grudges. It is hard for him to move on-forgive people. So I hope this is still enjoyable!
Sometimes I think that it could be worse, I could be one of those things. Some say it wouldn't be me in there, others say I would be trapped with no control. It scares me, thinking that I am alone out here. I have been in some groups for long periods, and others short. I don't know what I thought I would find there. All I saw was death, starvation, and gruesome choices.
In one group, I was left with a pregnant woman, her sister, and a boy my age. The other part of the group left for food. We were okay for a while. One night about a year later while we slept, we were attacked. I got away, but the others did not survive. I decided I should search for the others deeper in the city.
I had to dodge the guards, finally finding the building they spoke of before they left. Inside, I heard noises. The Bats...the things that make the loud noises that scorch your ears. I snuck through to find them slaughtered. Some by guns and some by the creatures. That is when I left the city, trying to find a better life outside.
I only had a small pistol and a knife. I got caught by a guard. Shot the gun right out of her hand, blowing off one her fingers in the process. As she screamed and called for back up, I ran harder than ever before. I came across other groups as well. One in which they ate human flesh and another where they kill humans for supplies. I met a man there. With a cold stare and a gruff beard, he was the most menacing person. He would kill someone so fast without a second thought. I would say he took me under his wing, but that just tears up my insides. I was only 11 then. I watched this man perfectly shoot as if it was a movie, when these humans were dying because they had food or clothes or sometimes nothing.
The man's brother took me. He took me away from Pittsburgh and as the menacing man called us back, I heard a tiny bit of sorrow. Only a little bit. Maybe he could be something other than the man who murdered so many people. I couldn't imagine him being anything but what he was. A serial killer with a perfect shot.
As the group started getting bigger and Tommy, the menacing man's brother, started getting friendly with a blonde haired woman, I began to feel hope again. I met a girl there, I actually met many girls there. They all took a liking to me, although there was another boy there. I wonder if girls would have liked me in normal situations, or if they would just ignore me. Everyone feels the need to settle down and try to find their footing, even if they are fourteen years old.
We walked for days. I wish I could say that I stayed. There were too many people and not enough supplies. I wasn't in love with anyone, but all the girls seemed to be in love with me. The other boy was jealous and he had a bit of evil in his eyes. I ignored him but he scared me a bit.
One night, the night I left, those things attacked. I went down to get water and a wave of them hit us. I ran as far as I could, for as long as I could. The woods were damp and smelled of death. I still haven't got that horrible wet smell out of my nose. I climbed up into a tree after ditching those things and eventually they disappeared. My heart beating fast and my eyes somehow still open, I traveled back to the camp. We had all scattered. I couldn't find anyone. I wanted to be with them so badly, but I think it is almost the best that we scattered. Maybe one day we will find each other again and create some type of great society. A society where we are all safe.
So now here I am, two years later, in the upper suburbs of Pittsburgh. Hunters moved in down in the lower area. They searched the house I take refuge in already. They obviously found nothing of use. Everything that can be used sits in my backpack. I often think of leaving but this place just feels safe. There is even a master bedroom. I don't sleep in the bed, but in the walk-in closet, under a pile of clothes with the bedroom door locked on the second story. I just feel safer that way.
A ray of sun fits through a crack in the door. It hits my closed eyes, making me blink them open, immediately looking at the cans of food in the corner of the room. My stomach rumbles but I ignore it. I feel like eating...all the time. Every second I think of destroying my well organized pyramid of cans. I can't afford it though. Voices flow into the room. My heart beats so fast I think I may be having another attack. Anxiety gets to me most of the time. It makes my breath quicken and the feeling of death approaches. I can't have a panic attack now. Not when somebody, or something, travels right outside my window. My eyes shoot at the door to make sure it's locked. I take a chance. I push my stiff body off the creme colored, dirty carpet. I peek through the slit in the blinds.
Two men, a teenage girl, and a teenage boy walking through the suburbs. They must not know about the Hunters. A thought crosses my mind to tell them, but then I see a man. The man to be exact. The one with the cold stare and perfect shot, who killed so many innocent people without a second thought. It is Joel.