Hello Again^.^ I'm just writing away during science class… I wub technology… LAWL get it?
This was now my third attempt at murdering Kory, we had the information, time to dispose of him. Obviously he wasn't as bright as Emmett had thought he was. If he were, he would have never told us where to go…
"What are you doing?" I heard a whisper behind me.
"Emmett? You're supposed to be sleeping. Go back to bed, you're dreaming…" I trail off with excuses as to why I'm awake myself. But it's too late, his eyes flicker to the axe in my hand and back up to me, and it's obvious he's figured it out.
"Really? Again?" He asks. I think he was getting used to this…
"I can't stand him Emmett. It's either this or the zombies." I shrug. Emmett just laughs. What part of this is humorous to him? "Please?" I beg. In the dark I just barely make out him shaking his head, especially with his black hair…
"Would you two shut up? Some of us need our sleep." Ginger hisses, but I'm not exactly sure where she had decided to fall asleep.
"Sorry." I whisper. There's silence again, and I look back at Emmett. He holds out his hand, and I expected to pull him up, but he pulled me down next to him. I felt uneasy being so close to him. He was like one of those dogs that if you got to close, they'd bite hard.
"We might need him." Emmett says in a hushed voice.
"Not worth it." I mumble.
"Could be…" He says thoughtfully. I see light starting to escape the horizon outside the window. If I was going to kill Kory, it would have to be soon, while he was still asleep. I planked on my elbows to get a better view outside. Not long before the sun would be visible…
"No." Emmett holds be down before I can even attempt getting up. It's like he knows… I consider what would happen if I did, resist Emmett right now. I would most likely lose, waking up everyone in the process. On the other hand it could probably end up in a different, even more unfortunate way, with me grasping a knife, inches away from killing Kory, but yet Emmett is there… on top of me… holding me down.
I shudder at the thought. Then sigh, "Alright then. I won't kill him… for now…"
"Thanks, hon." It takes me a second to realize what he said, and I shoot him a look.
"Never. Again." I say through my teeth, then get up and tiptoe past the rest of the group –group hah!- and sneak into the bathroom. If only airports had showers. Especially after being that close to Emmett…
I splash some water on my face, and as I'm about to attempt fixing my hair, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
The last time self saw self was long before the apocalypse had even started. Before Emmett left before… before everything. The last normal thing in my life was three months prior to know… or at least I think. It all started in the middle of history class, one very interesting Thursday afternoon…
"Alright class, please open your books to page 467. We will be reading about Roman farming and culture, you may want to take notes to study for next week's test." My old history teacher, Mrs. Wimber said. We were about halfway through the second passage, when possibly the most life changing thing I have ever heard rang out through the school. "Good afternoon Blake Academy students." Often our principle, Mr. Warner had done the announcements, but his voice was never this shaky. "We will be giving an early release today. Your parents will be notified, prepare to evacuate the school by sixth hour.
Now I knew something was up. I looked around and saw smiling faces, but then Mrs. Wimber's expression caught my attention. Never had she seemed so concerned. I knew, knew so well nothing was right at the moment. First, other than Mr. Warner's voice, was his choice of wording. Evacuate was something new. Second, there had been no snow, or tornado warnings that day. Third, we had one hour to leave.
If I had known that would be my last visit to the school, I would have taken a different course of action. I did not only make the mistake of saying goodbye to a few friends but also I left without saying goodbye to my very most favorite teacher. And that in itself is something I will never forgive self about.
By the time I got home, all I really remember was Emmett showing up, explaining everything to me. Then, all we were sure of was there was a virus, but not that there was anything untreatable, or extremely cannibalistic about it. All he could tell me was that he had to leave, and suggested I did the same with our without the rest of my family. I told him he was crazy and this would all pass over. I didn't see him after that. I assume he left, until the whole city started to fall apart. And I realized what a mistake I had made. I should have trusted Emmett…
We went to downtown Minneapolis, just to get tested for the virus. Once we were clear, we were free to leave. But my mom was stupid. She wanted to wait until I passed over. She wasn't using common sense, she never did, and my cousin and I tried to explain to her that we needed to leave, but as usual she wouldn't listen. In just a small while, I was ready to leave by myself. I had to go back to the clinic and get retested, but other than that I was ready. When I went to the clinic, I waited in line for hours. As I came closer and closer, I saw this one guy. He looked incredibly sick. His face was pale, there were dark circles under his eyes and his dark hair was unkempt. We got to talking, and soon I knew his whole life story. As it continued it only got worse. His parents were dead, he was abused at home and lots of friends had passed since the beginning of the whole tragedy. And now he was using whatever money he had left to get tested, so he could go with the girl he loved and try to make it out alive.
It was so heartbreaking, I started crying right there in line, in front of all those people. Tough little me, broken by a sob story. But it was all true… so terribly true… and as we were up to the doors of the clinic, I saw myself in the shiny reflection of the outside of the building. Me, with tears streaming down my face because of a sad story, standing next to this strong, but broken down guy, who the story belonged to.
My lip was trembling as I remembered all these things. It was so stupid of me not to trust Emmett until it was too late. And even worse, I still didn't trust him.
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