"Okay, so we are on our way to where?" Ringer asks me as we walk over dust and blood.
"Here," I say as we land in the center of where the base used to be. The real reason I'm here is to find Evan. I see no leftover bodies. Only blood, the blood of the left over. Evan never made it. I crouch down to the red/black dirt and cry. I've never felt like this before. This... sudden feeling of "your first love just died and you want to kill yourself because of it." Sure, Ben Parish was a guy I had a crush on but I wasn't like those psycho bitches. No offense Ringer, if you can ever read minds.
I don't think of her as emo or psycho. I think of her as kick-ass. I look over to the woods and I see a sign the reads: I'm alive, Cassie. Fair enough. I leave my jacket, backpack, and the 'crew' and go find him.
"Cassie where are you going?" Ben asks me as I leave them.
"To go find Evan." Is all I really said. I should have said, "I will be back." Or, "it will only take a minute." Or, "I'm just going to look at something, I will be quick." Next time stupid, keep your mouth shut. I say to myself. I start to smile as I see him walking out of the woods. I run, he runs, we run to each other. I jump into his arms.
"Cassie." He says.
"Evan."
He kissed my cheek and I say, "is that all you got?" Slyly. He smirks and kisses me hard, on the lips. I kiss back and then I jump down. We walk to the group and Evan is introduced to Ringer and Ben, who apparently goes by the name, Zombie. And my little brother, Sam. He gives Sam a high-five and a "good to meet you" to Ringer and Ben. We walk to the "camp" and Ringer walks by Evan and I and Sam rides piggyback on Ben.
"So how did you guys meet?" Ringer asks as we sit down a camp.
"Well, I saved her life from an Other and I took her to my house, where I stitched her up and nursed her back to health." He says. Once I heard him say Other, I looked at him and he looked at me and went on with the story. The story was true. All of it is. Is it wrong to say I love him?
Ben just glares at Evan while Evan stares lust into my eyes.
Is it wrong to say I'm in a good place?
I think not.