A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! You made me post that much faster and SupremeReginiteOverlord I was looking at your profile and I'm also a leo and the year of the horse. (gasps)
All my calmness flew away when the attic pull door was pulled down, the noises and crashes were heard more clearly.
My mouth opened in a silent scream of horror as I saw a arm with three fingers snake it's way up into the attic. Robbie left my side to position himself to crouching right beside the door, he had pulled out a knife and held it steady in his hands, ready to attack.
When he had moved my arm had followed him, afraid to let go, but he had waved me back and mouthed, "Stay."
Everything was both still and quiet, but so loud. I was shaking more violently and tried focusing on my breathing.
Breathe in and out, in and out, in and out.
Like the blonde joke.
The arm slid further into the attic, along with another arm. As another arm came into the attic all movement stopped, I was no longer shaking nor breathing, Robbie had inhaled but had yet to exhale.
Movement began again when the top of it's head could be seen. I curled into a ball, while Robbie held up the knife higher with all attentions of stabbing it.
There was a shrilling noise made, not by the alien-thing, but by something outside. I stared, frozen at it while it made a soft grunting noise and the arms slid down and out of the attic. Underneath I could hear thumping and movement as it and others left the cottage.
Once the creaking and movement stopped I looked back at Robbie who's eyes held the same emotion as me. Fear, relief, and unkowingness.
Are we alive?
Robbie had set the knife down and gave me a small smile of assurance.
Were they waiting for us to move? Were they going to come back? What was that noise?
Sometimes knowing was a bad thing, but sometimes not knowing was the worse thing possible. I was afraid, so afraid. How did I survive this long, how did I get this far?
Tears began streaming down my face as so many questions filled my head. Some I could never answer.
There was a small creak as Robbie crawled next to me, he pulled me into a awkward hug as I cried into his arm. I had never cried in public, only when I was alone in my room and it felt awkward all together.
"We should stay here until it get darks, then it'll be safe to move again," he whispered into my ear. I nodded, still crying. It would be easier to move in the dark.
Once my crying had stopped we both sat in a more comfortable position with our backs leaning against the attic wall. We were silent as we watching the light through the cracks slowly darken and then dissappear.
"Tammy, wake up," Robbie whispered, nudging me to wake up.
"Hmm?" I asked, dazedly rubbing my eyes and yawning.
"It's dark now, and I can't hear anything outside. It's safe to go,"
I nodded and Robbie got up to go down the stairs.
"Wait here for a second," He disappeared and underneath I could here his feet stepping softly along the floor before he came back up.
"It's okay," He said and I went down. The cottage was pretty much normal, except many things were out of place and chairs were overturned.
He walked into the kitchen while I walked into the bathroom. After dealing with that and waiting for a few hourse I had to go to the bathroom. Walking in I saw the mirror detached from the shelf and everything inside was strewn all over the place.
Once doen using the bathroom I picked up the bottle of Tylenol and the cough drops, glad they were still there. My headache had seemed to get worse.
Robbie softly called my name and said it was almost time for us to leave. I walked out the bathroom and was about to go to him when I remembered my bag. It didn't have much except probably soggy clothes and dissolved crackers, but I still wanted it.
Walking into the bedroom I saw that it had not been messed with, so I gladly grabbed it and was about to walk out the room when a noise caught my attention.
Outside the window there was a glowing light, which caused me to walk closer to the window. There was this tripod-thing.
My eyes widen as I saw it glide gracefully along the field spraying red looking stuff.
What is that!
I almost screamed when I hand touched my shoulder, but I suppressed it when I realized it was Robbie. He was squinting over my shoulder out the window. He stared at it for a few seconds before looking at me.
"It's time to go," He said, walking out of the room. I remained, still looking at the Tripod that had suddenly stopped, I watched as one arm pierced the ground before it continued walking. Robbie came back and grabbed my arm, causing me to flail around before I was able to walk normally.
We walked hurredly through the 'ransacked' house and out into the cold night. Robbie stealthily crawled around and began following the fence I had previously found this house along. It was still and quiet outside, something that would seem completely normal, but was really errie.
Robbie would turn around often to make sure I was following him, I wanted to eye roll at him and give some sarcastic remark, but the quiet refrained me.
Would you prefer screaming? Roaring noises of trees being destroyed? Plaes crashing?
After us walking several hours my stomach growled, my head ache had came back and I began to feel a bit weary.
Robbie said we could rest for a bit, to which I happily collapsed on the ground. He sat down next to me, pulling a package out of his jacket. When I looked at him questioningly he smiled, "Food"
"Oh," I said happily as he handed me some crackery-substance. As we ate quietly I looked around, the sky had lightened, but the sun had not risen yet.
After I finished eating I pulled my bag into my lap, it was still damp but it didn't bother me. I opened one pocket, that held the Tylenol and cough drops, my throat was not so much scratchy as it was numb, but I though that it might help.
As I put the medicine back in my bag my hand brushed against something wet and papery. Confused I took it in my hand and pulled it out into the light. It was money.
But you lost yours with your boots.
"This isn't my money," I whispered, unfolding the bills. Robbie looked over at me confused.
There's a lot.
Setting it in my lap I counted it all.
A lot.
"Four hundred dollars…" I said, unbelieving. This wasn't mine, I'd never seen that much in my life.
"Brian's?" I questioned confused.
He was rich! And we lost him?
"That one guy gave you his money?" Robbie asked, still looking at me and the money.
"I guess so," I said shrugging and folding up the money. Why would he?
Robbie shrugged too and got up, give me a hand and pulling me up.
"I think it's safer to travel at night, but there's no cover here and for a while, so we can only hope."
I nodded and put the money up, still a bit dazed at the amount of money in my possesion.
A/N: I hope you guys like it? Are you glad I updated so fast! If so review! (points at the button)
Well what she was talking about with the blonde joke is the one where she's wearing a walkman and refuses to take off her headphones, and when it accidently came off she died. When someone picked it up and listened to it, all you heard was, "Breath in, Breath out, Breath in, Breath out…" So yeah, no offense to the blonde readers!
I plan to update soon, I got the ending part planned out. And sorry to those who need a plot in a story, because I really have no plot except to survive. (sweatdrops)
Thanks for reading!