I hugged my bat . All I could hope is that they wouldn't see me. Well, I was wrong because one of the first words they said was "Guys, look! Someone beat us here." . My initial impression was that they would shoot first and ask questions later. I slowly prepared to die. I thought about the good times , though there weren't many. The one that stood out the most was when my family and I went on a road trip to Las Vegas. The hot car, lousy music, loud arguments. But overall it was the greatest trip we ever took. Once we made it to the strip, I was transfixed by the lights and music. So much beauty in so many little lights. The thought of my family brought tears to my eyes. One by one they started to fall from my face, like some tiny raindrops."No" I thought to myself "You need to be strong. You don't want to die like some old defenseless dog." I finally realized that these thoughts only lasted about one second. I looked up, tears still streaming down my face, to see that they were arguing. The man in the white suit was saying " Kill her, we don't need extra people. Besides, she's probably bitten." I stood up to explain myself. They stopped talking when I took a step towards them. Everyone looked stunned like I just rose from my grave. My head hurt so bad, being made worse by the tension in the room. I managed to mutter out three word before blacking out due to the extreme pain. " … I'm … not … bitten…".
I woke up to the sight of a younger African-American woman. Wearing a pink shirt and jeans, she accessorized it with blood splatter. She jumped when she saw my eyes were open. After that, she just smiled and continued to wrap a towel around my head. I soon fell asleep.
The second time I woke up was when the older man in the purple shirt was conversing with the suited man. The old man would laugh every once in a while. He had a big, hardy laugh like my grandfather. The other man would only smirk.
The last time I woke up it was dark. Everyone was sleeping except for someone outside. The guy in the yellow shirt. He was tall and had muscles. Big muscles, but not the kind you get from lift weights and working out, more like the kind you get from working on a farm. I then stood up. No pain came from my head, surprisingly. I walked to the door while trying not to wake anyone. Once I made it there, I sat on the bench beside him. He looked at me with a warm smile.
"I thought everyone was sleeping," he said.
"They are but you looked lonely so…"
He just smiled and continued to watch for whatever was to come. I looked up. The sky was painted purple with blue streaks and white stars.
"The night sky is stunning. I can't remember the last time I saw it. Me and my group would always stay inside at night." I said.
"Well, we try to stay inside during the night, except for whoever gets stuck with guard duty, which would be me."
"Guard duty?"
"Yup. We decided to do that once we met each other. No one can get the slip on us if we take turns watching each others backs. Didn't y'all have guard duty?"
I had to stop and think. Did we have guard duty? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Small tears started to fill my eyes. Hoping he wouldn't notice, I wiped my face and responded to his question.
"No, we didn't. That's why I'm here with you guys." I said with a saddened tone
"What do you mean?" he asked with concern.
"Well… never mind. It's a story for another time."
"Oh, alright." He said dejectedly. "My shift is over soon and I should get some sleep. So, if you don't mind, I'ma go get Nick so he can sit out here."
"I'll follow you." I say as I get up and go with him inside. I walk over to my bed on the floor. It's a old, ratty blanket with a just-as-old pillow. I lay down and watch as what's-his-face wakes up the man in the suit. Soon enough, I fell asleep.
