Chapter 3

Now David, me and him travelled to many different corners of the country together. I suppose by me telling you that, it just proves that going to the south didn't work out, huh? Though, I guess the fact that we're in Colorado also gives that away.

Me and him woke up the next morning hungover, but didn't comment on it. A lot of our conversation had been forgotten, but the talk about leaving together still lingered.

"Are you still sure you want to do this?" I asked him, watching him with consideration. "I don't want to act like I took advantage of you by making you decide when you were drunk."

David paused a moment, as if thinking about it again. I was worried he would change his mind, since I had already started to plan things out for two people. Though, I suppose things wouldn't have been too different if he chose not to come, at that time at least. I mean, like I said, I hardly knew him, it was a spur of the moment choice, I wanted a companion because I figured it was the end of the world anyways.

"Nah, I'm sure. But I don't think I'll be doing much of the choosing just yet, you'll be in charge of making the big choices around here." He finally spoke, smiling in my direction.

I wasn't sure if I was happy with that or not. I liked making choices, sure, but now it also worried me that I would be responsible for our lives based on what choices I made.

I hoped I was making the right choice, I hoped I would survive for a long time and wouldn't have to deal with being responsible for someone's death.

But I pushed all that aside, just smiled and nodded at him. "Great! Then let's pack up our supplies." I responded, giving out the first command.

I also decided we would take both vehicles, mine and his. That way, if one of us broke down, we had a backup. Two vehicles were better than one after all, right?

David had insisted we stop back at his house before we left, and I wasn't in any place to deny him that. I went with him even, so we could leave from his house.

I can remember that house vividly.

It was two floors, a level floor, an upstairs, three bedrooms, and rather large rooms altogether.

The outside of the house was untidy. The flowers were dead, weeds stuck around in random areas, and the grass grew widely throughout the yard as if it hasn't been cut in a few week.

I wasn't sure how long the infection had been lingering around Indiana, but it seemed like the house had been abandoned a few months prior to when me and him went to it.

The inside was a bit nicer looking, but simply ominous. Since we were leaving later in the day, and there were no longer lights in the house, it only glowed slightly with the faint sunlight that remained outside.

Family pictures lined the walls, there were some dishes in the sink, an unfolded blanket lay across the couch. Though, no one was home.

I think that's what bothered me most about this place, and it's probably the real reason why I never went to find my family. This house looked as if it were ready for a family to come home and live in, but it never would again.

Though there were the photos, the blankets, the dishes, all the little things, they would remain that way forever, because no one would ever come home to it again.

And the silence, that bothered me too. I felt as if there should've been life in that house, a happy family, as there most likely was not so very long ago, but the silence made it feel like I was in a home that hadn't been resided in many years.

Not even David spoke as he walked around, also looking at the pictures as he made his way upstairs. I wondered what he was thinking, why he didn't say anything, what could possibly be going through his head at that moment. He didn't speak that whole time though, all he did was go into his brothers room, take his machete, and make his way back down to leave.

David later told me that he was silent because he wasn't sure what to think. He felt like the only reason he should speak in that house would be to talk to his family, but they weren't there anymore.

They were silent in their home, so David decided he would be too, I suppose.

That was one of many conversations me and him had. I would absolutely love to tell you all of them, but they'd just be pointless and turn into rambles. That's not what this is for, right?

So, after he got what he wanted, we each got into our own vehicle to go. I leaned my head out the window, looking behind me.

"Are you all set?" I asked, rising my brows in question.

A nod and a thumbs up was all I needed, but I also caught a glimpse of a small smile from him inside his truck.

There was something reassuring about that, I decided, when I started driving forward. Something that showed there was still hope for everyone, even the ones who lost their families.