I am back, will be updating quite regularly in the next few days, but only if I get reviews. What can I say I need my ego stroking from time to time.
Mickie had been keeping to the side streets, she had not seen anyone yet. She was not sure if this was a good thing or not. She was caught between a rock and a hard place, on the one hand she needed to find somebody to help her rescue Randy, but on the others she did not want to run into anyone like Steve and his friends. Not that they would be doing anything like that ever again
Mickie thought back to the seen in the apartment and shivered slightly. The streets looked very dark now and very dangerous. She didn't realise just how alone she was and it was unnerving. Every doorway and side street seemed to contain something that was going to jump out and get her. Mickie kept to the edges of the streets peering around the corners to check to see if anyone was there. Mickie's breaths came in sharp pants, she was clutching her arms around her body to keep out the cold but it seemed to have seeped into her bones.
Looking down the next side street Mickie saw movement and she quickly ducked back behind the wall. "Come on Mickie grow a spine for go sake, you have to help Randy." Mickie whispered to herself.
She stepped around the corner keeping to the shadows she looked down the street at a man who seemed to be routing though pile of debris. As Mickie got closer she could see his clothes were old and torn. He had a long beard and very dirty hands, quickly turning round knowing that this was probably someone who was homeless and unlikely to help her, she made her way back along towards the main road before the man spotted her.
Mickie was trying to avoid the main roads, she didn't want to attract any attention from looters or people like the gang of boys they had run into, alone she would be an easy target, she looked up at the sky it was turning purple as the dawn approached, it was still a good hour or so away and she knew there was every chance that there would be another aftershock. She was going to have to take a chance, she knew that she couldn't travel much further from where she had left Randy.
Since she walked down the street away from the laundry room where she had left Randy Mickie had been creating a mental map of where she had been. It wasn't easy remembering which way she had turned and what street was the last one, they all looked pretty much alike, especially now they were all covered with rubble and debris. Mickie also realised that if she went to far she may get lost on the way back or take too much time getting back, and she didn't want to think about what would happen if she were too late to save him.
Mickie not for the first time that night wished some of her friends could have been with her. Or the nice people they had found, like Brian or Sandra. Mickie took in a deep breath and turned left towards the main street. There was a pile of rubble in that direction but it was hardly anything to climb over.
Mickie was concentrating on where she was putting each foot and each hand she wasn't really looking in front of her. Then suddenly there it was, a face staring back at her wide eyed and mouth slightly agape. Mickie pushed back in shock and nearly fell off the pile of rubble. The face was not recognisable as a man or a woman, the features had been too distorted as they had been crushed under all the heavy building material. Mickie could not see any of the person's body. Scooting quickly to her right and around the body Mickie decided that she had seen enough death for one night and got to the top of the pile quickly. Sliding down the other side Mickie took note of where it was and what the street looked like before she stepped on to the main road.
Randy was in a lot of pain but his mind was not focusing on that. He knew it was the only thing they could have done, Mickie had to go and get help, she could not have stayed with him, it wouldn't have been any better for her here. Randy knew it was dangerous sending her off on her own, but she was a smart tough woman and he knew she would be better trying than sitting and waiting. He knew he was, but at the moment he didn't have a choice.
Sitting in the dark all Randy could hope was that Mickie did not run into the wrong type of people that she didn't end up in a situation that she couldn't get out of. He would be willing to die in the laundry room if he knew she had gotten out and got to her friends, but that kiss was defiantly worth sticking around for, and Randy knew deep down that Mickie was coming back, one way or another he knew she would be back here with him, weather it was too save him or to wait with him. He knew because that is what he would have done for her.
Mickie could not believe how quite it was on the main street. All the shop windows were smashed in as she walked passed she noticed that even some of the manikins had been taken as well as the clothes. What people wanted them for was beyond her and she shook her head. It was obvious everything that was worth taking down this road had been taken, and now they had all gone into hiding or into some kind of shelter.
Mickie thought about finding one of these shelters, she was sure that someone in there would help her. Mickie realised however she did not have the first clue where one might be. It was dark and very quite, there were no real noises coming from anywhere except for the crackle of fire. That seemed pretty much constant as she walked slowly along the street. Some of the car on the side of the road had been on fire, most of them had burnt out now but a few were still letting off a glow as they burnt themselves out. A couple of the shops seemed to have been torched as well, nothing was out of control but Mickie avoided any shop that was a blaze. Crossing the street once more and realising that she was getting pretty far away from where she had left Randy, Mickie decided that if she didn't find someone soon she would head back, maybe she would find something to pull Randy out with. Mickie scanned the street, looking down one side road then another.
Deciding to cross back over to the side she had originally emerged on Mickie walked down heading for the cross roads where she had decided she was going to end her search. She could not believe that in all of this carnage, families and friends were not out looking for each other, Mickie checked her watch and saw that it was nearly 4:30 am, it was over four hours since the initial quake hit and it was likely that anyone who was still alive was staying put for the night now.
She couldn't blame them really, with all the looting, the gangs and the fires it was pretty dangerous out here, and from the looks of it none of the emergency services had gotten through yet. Mickie scanned the last street she passed and was about to walk on when she heard a shout. Mickie cocked her head to the side trying to get a location on where the voice had come from. It was pretty faint and Mickie couldn't be sure she had even heard it at all. Walking forward slowly down the side street Mickie could here the distinct sound of what seamed like whispering, but she soon realised that it was more likely people taking normally just from some distance away.
Mickie had to fight the urge to run, this may not be what she hoped it was, it could be a gang getting together to discuss who they were going to terrorise next. She knew she was going to have to be very careful about how she did this.
The talking was getting louder, she could almost make out what they were saying now, and it sounded like a man's voice, this did not encourage Mickie to continue forward, but she had too see who it was, apart from the homeless man these were the first people she had come across in almost two miles of walking the streets. Coming around the corner Mickie thought she was having some kind of dream. She looked at the two men who turned to stare at her. One of them was holding his arm trying to press a pad to his shoulder to stem the bleeding the other was looking at her and smiling widely. Mickie was frozen to the spot in the middle of the street, she couldn't believe in the entire city she had walked in to the two people she was trying to avoid most.
"Mickie where are you going come here honey." The tall man from Steve's apartment said as he walked slowly towards her, followed closely by Clive. Mickie saw the tall man's smile turn in to a sneer and she knew that if she didn't run she would be dead and so would Randy. Her brain however was saying run but her limbs were not responding. Mickie swallowed deeply and looked at the tall man right in the eyes, they were dark pools and hid no emotions what so ever, she knew right then that he was going to kill her. Finally Mickie felt her legs come back to life. She shot off back the way she had come. She could here the pounding foot falls of her two pursuers.
Taking the chance to glance back over her shoulder Mickie saw that although these guys were big they were not fast, she was making ground on them. However she knew she could not run forever. Turning sharply down an alley way Mickie thought she could catch a quick breather but could see no where suitable to hide. Knowing they must have seen her turn down the alley way she knew they would be coming this way. Taking a quick decision she hopped over some down bins and ran down another alley way, she had no idea where this one lead too and she hoped it wasn't a dead end. Mickie was in luck it opened out in to a larger road. Turing right knowing she was headed in the general direction of Randy Mickie pored on the speed. If she got far enough away from them she might be able to hide and give them the slip. Taking a look back over her shoulder she was not pleased to see that they were not as far behind as possible. Now in the open the men seemed to have made a effort to catch her up.
Mickie did not see the dustbin cart and she collided with it. Toppling over and hitting the pavement with her shoulder, Mickie panted and picked her self off the floor pressing the palms of her hands into the shards of glass that were littering the floor. "There get her." Mickie heard the tall man shout as they got so close she could here their breathing. Getting up quickly and pushing the dustbin cart in their way hoping to slow them down Mickie ran down the street on her right.
Every breath hurt now, her lungs were on fire and her knees were raw from her fall. Mickie knew that she couldn't stop though, and her only conciliation was that the two men behind her were getting tired too. They were not gaining on her or getting further way, but she had defiantly slowed down. Mickie was almost out of energy where she spotted a basement stairway. She saw the sign like the one at O'Rilley's for refuge and she flew down the stairs.
Bursting in on the quite mainly sleeping people Mickie gasped for breath and slammed the door behind her. Her back sliding down the door Mickie bent at the knees and placed her head in her hands. "Mickie?" A familiar voice questioned her as they placed a hand on her shoulder. Mickie looked up and sighed in sheer relief at the faces looking back at her.
Oh I am bad, who has Mickie found, is that the last we here from silent Clive and the Tall man? Will Mickie save Randy so they can live happily ever after? All the questions will be answered if you review.