You're... Alive?

Chapter 1

Hey again! Before I start this chapter, I'd like to say three things:
1. Thank you for those reviews! I'm happy you guys like the story and are excited for more. Really, I can't thank you enough.
2. I am going to be pulling these chapters from my book now, so if they are a bit short excuse me. This chapter takes up three pages in my notebook so-
3. Matzie has no relation to Julchen Beilschmidt, or Gilbert. I repeat,
Matzie has no relation to Julchen Beilschmidt or Gilbert.

Anyways, hope you all enjoy!
I'll see you at the end of the page.


"ALFRED!" A voice screamed.

I woke with a start. "Which damn beast is here now?" I shrieked, scanning the room, ignoring Yao and Antonio, who was on the floor.
The voice laughed haughtily.
"No Alfred, It's Yao," the voice, now identified, said. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
"Don't scream the next time you wake me up, ok? What did you need?" I yawned. As I looked back up,
I saw a hint of panic and fear come back into Yao's eyes.
"Antonio is dead," He whimpered.
I blinked. "What?"
"Did all of his people finally die out?" I shakily said.
Yao nodded. "Yes, I haven't seen him breathe in hours and I'm scared Alfred, I'm scared... I would check for a pulse, but I fear the worst."
"No..." I whispered, shaking my head, fearing that our trio had become a duo, with YAO no less.
I slowly glanced over at Antonio, who was lying about twenty feet away from me.

He was breathing.

"GOD DAMN IT YAO!" I shouted while Yao burst into laughter.
" I only found out about your 'April Fools' day a while ago, but pranking you was priceless!" He snorted, tears streaming down his face.
"I haven't had this much fun s- since..." Yao paused, face dropping.
"Since what?" I asked, slightly laughing myself. I hadn't been 'April Fooled' in many years, so I was kind of glad Yao had pulled that on me.
But now Yao's eyes were filling with tears.
"S-Since I-Ivan an-and I..." Yao sobbed, before bursting into tears.
"Woah, hey man, I'm sorry Ivan is gone but if you- you're going to remind me of..." I sniffed, remembering Arthur.
All the time we had spent together, including from when I was a colony.
...No...
I had to keep living.
For him.
For my people.
I sighed, and stood up. Yao was still on the floor, quivering with his hands on his face, letting out small weak sobs.

"Well, we look like we're running low on food. I'll go find some," I muttered, trying to keep my composure. If I started crying now,
I could never stop.
"If Antonio wakes up, tell him where I am, OK?" I stated, walking out the door, leaving Yao to his memories.
I was no more than two feet out the door when I heard a voice.

"What?" A female asked, in a familiar, yet unrecognizable accent. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, fearing that someone was here to pick us off one by one, starting with me. I rounded the corner to find a woman, probably aged twenty with medium length platinum hair with a black streak in it, sobbing.
In the middle of a playground.
"Someone, anyone, help me!" She cried, looking completely out of place in an English playground.
She looked childish and pathetic, and she didn't even look like an adult."Uh..." I sweat. I hadn't had contact with a female for a long time. "Miss... Are you ok?" I asked.
She looked up at me.
"Oh thank god! I need help, please, go to the supermarket, my-"
A relived look took over her face as she passed out, probably from the shock of seeing another 'human' being.
I took a few minutes to observe her.
Her platinum hair was thick and frizzy. She had some sort of large scar running down her left cheek, and when she was crying, she had red eyes that were dull and glazed over.

She was a delusio.

Yao and I coined that term for the people that would show up at random times, with accents of countries long past, begging us to find their children, or their mothers, shaking with fear and often times holding a dented switchblade in their bloody hands. I had not reason to trust her.
Yet somehow, I did.
Probably because there was supermarket, a few miles away, probably filled to the brim with food and delusios.
I sighed, and hoisted the woman on my back. She didn't appear armed, so I wasn't suspicious of her not actually being passed out.

I walked back into the little pub where we all lived, and set her down on a table, before noticing Yao sitting at a table, asleep with a piece of paper and a worn down lump of charcoal next to him.
He had written a note.
"Sorry for my outburst earlier. I do not know when you will return but Antonio hasn't woken up yet, and I will be napping. -Wang Yao"
I smiled, and began to write on the backside of the paper.
"Dude, this was our last piece of paper. Chick here is a delusio, but for whatever reason, I trust her. Going to check the supermarket a few miles away. You know, the one we never go to because we're afraid. -Alfred Fucking Jones," I wrote.
I snickered, and set the note down next to the lady. We had a broken mirror in the corner of the pub, so I walked over and pulled the curtain of hair out of the right side of my face.
My eye was still a blank white.
I sighed. If Ivan were here, he'd comment about how my eye looked like snow. Damn. For as much as we were in conflict, I missed everyone.
I pushed my hair back in place and stepped outside. A new piece of graffiti covered the wall across the street, covering some Delusios twisted ramblings.

"Noir Et Erable"

I blinked. I knew that meant; Black and Maple in French, but why was it here?
'Black and Maple.'
I shrugged. Must've been a French delusio. I decided to not dwell on it and decided to move forward.


Well there is your Chapter one.

Thank you for reading, and I'll see you next time!