Aaaand here's chapter 2. Oh, and about the third addition to this series, I think I may have changed my mind about that. I'm still not sure. I'll keep you posted. Oh well, enjoy!
The man of whom I still did not know the name of gave me a look of confusion and sympathy, and turned back to the woman. "She said they're-"
"I heard." She interrupted.
"Well, we can't just leave her here... She can tag along with me." He looked at me, and for the first time in days I felt a spark of hope.
"I don't know, Leon." Leon? Was that his name? "You don't need any distractions on this mission."
"I think I can manage having another person with me." He said.
I decided to stare at my now ruined black Converse, just for the sake of avoiding eye contact.
"Okay. Once you find Ashley, I'll send a chopper over and she can just ride back to American with you and Ms. Graham."
"Got it." The man said and he hung up.
He walked up to me and held out his hand. I shook it awkwardly.
"My name's Leon. I guess you're gonna be tagging along with me for a while."
"Yep…"
"So how old are you?"
"I turned seventeen two months ago."
He eyed me up and down. I could tell he was looking at my outfit. I was wearing black shorts that came to about the middle of my thigh, a light blue baggy tank top over a form fitting black one, a thin grey unzipped jacket, and black Chucks. My brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail with my bangs in my face, and to top it all off, dark, smoky eye shadow that was probably smeared.
"Alright… let me go get these guys. Stay here." He ordered.
"I can do that." I nodded, and Leon went back outside.
Once he was gone, I looked around to see if there was anything I could use to fight with.
I picked up the axe and noticed how dull it was, but that didn't make me doubt it's ability to slice me in half.
I walked past the fireplace and through a doorway. There was a little space beside the stairway and I gasped at what I saw: skulls, dozens of them. There were maggots crawling all over and in them. I nearly vomited but I stopped myself. Who would do such a thing…? I thought.
I turned around and walked up the stairs. I came up to a larger window, about half the size of the wall, and peered out of it. There was a perfect view of the front lawn where Leon was currently fighting off more of those hostile men.
Turning around, I expected to see a long hallway with multiple doors, but only saw a small wooden table with a box of handgun ammo. I shrugged and put it in my pocket, thinking that maybe Leon could use it.
I glanced back out the window and saw that Leon had killed all of the men, and was now coming back into the house. I ran down the stairs to meet him back in the main area.
"I thought I told you to stay here." He said, annoyed.
"Relax, nothing happened." I told him, waving my hand in dismissal. "And here… I found this." I tossed him the red box.
"Uh… thanks." He said as he pocketed the ammunition.
"No problem. So… where are we?" I asked.
"Some part of Spain. I don't know the city name though."
"Oh… Well… Where to now?"
"Uh… We need to somehow find our way to the village. Come on, I saw a path by the house."
Leon and I began walking out of the house and towards the 'village'. We turned to the left of the house and walked through two fences, where a truck was parked before.
To the right, stood a wooden shed. We entered the shed and there were a few boxes and a typewriter in it.
"What do you think the typewriter's for?" I asked.
"Hmm… I don't know." Leon said.
"Do you think they keep diaries around here or something?"
Leon chuckled. "Maybe."
We exited the shed and kept walking down the dirt path.
"Hey, L-Leon?" I said a few seconds later.
"Yeah?"
"Can I shoot your gun?" I asked.
"Uh… I don't think that's such a good idea…"
"Oh come on, please? What if somebody tries to attack me like that other guy and you're not around?"
He didn't say anything; he just stopped and started at me.
"Fine." He said handing me the gun, which was surprisingly heavier than it looked. "Try shooting those birds over there."
He pointed to two black crows. One was sitting on the ground, and the other was perched on a sign.
"What did they do to you?"
He shrugged his well-built shoulders. "Well, they're kind of annoying."
I looked at the gun, and back at the birds. I really wanted to shoot the gun, and they were getting annoying…
"Okay..."
I planted my feet firmly on the ground, shoulder width apart, held the gun with two hands, and carefully raised it up. Taking a calming deep breath, I aimed, shot one bird, then two, only missing once, but not by far.
I smiled up at Leon, who looked flabbergasted, and asked "Did I do good?"
"Good? That was actually… um..." He cleared his throat. "... pretty impressive. Where'd you learn to shoot like that?"
I shrugged and gave him his gun back. "I play a lot of shooting games."
He chuckled and said, "Alright, let's go."
We began walking down the path again and we passed a really disturbing signpost. I unconsciously inched closer to the man beside me. Right past the signpost, there was a beautiful gray dog who had its leg caught in a bear trap. While Leon helped him, I walked a little ways off the beaten path and found a plant that looked much like the green one we had found earlier, except this one was red.
Once Leon was done helping the dog, I asked him what the plants were. He said they were called herbs, and that when eaten they give you more health.
"Like medicine?" I asked.
"Yeah, exactly. Except, these heal you almost instantly."
Then he told me that you can only eat the red or yellow herbs if they're mixed with a green herb.
"What does it taste like?" I asked, letting my curiosity get the best of me.
"I don't know… just like a plant, I guess. The Earth. I'll let you try one later."
I nodded and we kept walking.
At the bottom of the hill we were currently standing on, there were four trees. In between each tree (except the two trees in the middle) there were bombs.
As if it were nothing, Leon shot both wires and we proceeded down the path. Leon walked through the two trees on the left that used to have bombs on it, and I walked through the middle, where there were no bombs, to make the OCD part of my brain happy.
Suddenly, I heard a loud 'SNAP!' and felt a sharp pain shoot up my right leg.
Thus, the end of chapter two. How'd you like it? See and differences? Let me know in the review box below, and don't hold back. As long as it's constructive, all criticism is welcome and appreciated!
