Ollie looked at him, his eyes wide. "Wh-What do you mean, Green Arrow?"
Turnip turned around and looked at Ollie. "You're Green Arrow." He said, smiling slightly.
"Why would you say that?" Ollie asked. How did this kid know who he was?
"It's really obvious." The boy said quietly.
"No it's not!" Ollie retorted.
Turnip turned around and gave a knowing smirk.
Ollie sighed. "Do not tell anybody. Okay?"
The boy nodded. "What's your real name?" He asked quietly.
Ollie was starting to notice that Turnip was a very soft-spoken boy, as long as he wasn't yelling. "Oliver."
Turnip nodded and lead him down the road toward the houses.
"Where are we going?" Ollie asked, pulling his hand back.
"My home." Turnip mumbled.
"Why?" Ollie asked.
Turnip shrugged. "You need samples, don't you?"
"How do you know?"
"I was watching you." Turnip said. "You can take samples..." He was walking a few feet infront of Ollie. He then turned around and continued to walk beside Ollie.
"Carrot died 6 days ago..." He said suddenly.
Ollie looked at him, not sure of what to say.
"And...Canteloupe died 3 days ago."
"I'm sorry." Ollie said, putting a hand on Turnip's shoulder.
Turnip looked up and grinned sadly at Ollie. "Do you still have a family?" He asked quietly.
"I have a neice and an adopted son." Ollie said.
"What are their names?"
"Artemis and Roy."
"Artemis is the name of a goddess." Turnip said. "She must be really pretty."
"She is. How much farther?" Ollie asked.
Turnip pointed to a blue house a few blocks away. The house was a smaller, two story home with a big backyard and a few targets in the front yard. He walked ahead of Ollie again, and Ollie noticed Turnip had a limp.
They arrived at the house a few minutes later. Turnip opened the door and walked in, leaving the door open for Ollie.
Ollie walked in behind Turnip. The house was small, and was filled with family pictures and and bows and arrows and other awards. Across from the doorway was the kitchen and beside the kitchen enterence were stairs.
"It's all the same...nothing's changed since everyone was here last." He said, wrapping his arms around himself.
He was right: A tv remote wa sitting on the couch, dishes were in the sink and there was an unfinished bowl of chex mix sitting the floor beside a purple blanket.
"Okay...I'll try to keep everything the way it is." Ollie said, pulling out his materiels from the shoulder bag he ws using (which I didn't mention earlier, sorry).
Turnip nodded and mouthed thank you.
"Turnip?"
Turnip looked at Ollie.
"Can you pack a bag?" Ollie asked, still hoping Turnip would come with him. "Please?"
Turnip hesitated for a moment, looking at the ground uncertainly. Then he nodded.
Ollie let out a sigh of releif. "Thank you."
Turnip gave a nod and ran up the stairs.
Ollie looked out the window. It was getting dark and the town didn't have electricity. He would have to work fast if he wanted to get all the neccecary samples.
He could hear Turnip rustling around upstairs. He felt an overwheling pity for the boy. He had lost his entire family in a matter of three weeks, and he was probably there for all of the deaths.
He walked into the kitchen when he finished in the living room.
How was it even possible that he was still alive? Every one else in the town had died, and yet he appeared to be unharmed. Of all people, how was he the one that lived? He was just a child.
About 45 minutes later, he was finished taking samples and had everything he needed in his shoulder bag. It was dark now, and he thought that Turnip would have come down stairs by then.
He hesitantly walked up the stairs. It was colder up there, and he assumed this is were the bedrooms were, since everything else was down stairs. "Turnip?" He called.
No answer.
When he was at the top of the stairs, he saw that there was a small hallway with four bedrooms. "Turnip?" He called again.
He peaked in one of the bedrooms. It was painted pink, with lots of dolls and toys and a small pink bow in the corner, it even had carrots painted onto the walls, but Turnip wasn't in there.
"Turnip, were are you?"
No answer.
He sighed, looking in another bedroom. It had red walls, a simple bed and a desk.
"Turnip, please, we have to go." Ollie said as he looked in the room across the hall for the said boy.
This room was painted blue, and had a bunch of posters and sports' things on the floor. But geuss what? No Turnip.
Ollie looked into the last room. "Kid, you better be in here."
The room had pale yellow walls, which Ollie thought might have been white at some point. It had lots of arrows and a few bows strawn out through out the room.
Turnip was sitting on the bed, crying. He had a small book bag, his bow and quiver on the floor at his feet. He had an old, warn quilt wrapped around him.
"Turnip, are you ready?" Ollie asked.
Turnip shook his head, pulling the quilt tighter around himself.
Ollie walked over to him. He kneeled down and picked up Turnip's book bag and put it on his shoulder, doing the same with the bow and quiver. He stood up and gently lifted Turnip up in his arms, bridal style.
"No..." Turnip moaned quietly.
"We have to go." Ollie whispered.
Turnip was still crying but he nodded as Ollie walked out of the room. He wrapped his arms around Ollie's neck when they left the house.
Ollie walked towards the school parking lot. Thankfully, the town was small enoufh and he could some-what see it in the moonlight.
Turnip closed his eyes, not wanting to watch his home go by as Ollie walked briskly towards th car. He knew that this was the last time he would see Whispertowne for a while. He was tired, and it was hard for him to try and open his eyes. He rested his head on Ollie's shoulder and started to fall a sleep. He vaguely registered Ollie putting him in the passenger seat.
When Ollie finshed putting Turnip in the passenger seat, he put their bags and Turnip's bow and quiver in the back seat. He closed both doors and walked around the car and sat down in the driver's set.
He drove out of Whispertowne, listening to Turnip sniffle beside him.
A few hours later, he pulled over on an old country road. He set an alarm on his phone so that he would wake up a few hours later and be able to finsh driving, that way he would arrive at Hppy Harbour before noon.
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Okay, I'll end about right there. Next chapter might be funny. Maybe.