Hi… I'm really not sure if anyone's still reading this, but whatever…
"People!" Texas had said-no screeched.
"Well at least she recognizes her own kind." Kory rolls his eyes. Texas shoots him a look. There were so many people, I actually started to get scared.
"So… this is where everyone's been… this whole time…? Reaver asks.
"This is so weird." Bipolar says.
"Strange." Russia nods in agreement.
"How have you been hiding this?" Emmett asks ***Oh Christ, I just realized there are two Charlottes… okay, I will fix this…**** Selma.
"Well, no one really pays attention to broadcasting when the world is having a crisis." She answers.
"Yes, they do." Kory says, annoyed and a vein sticking out of his neck.
"Well. I guess that makes sense." Emmett shrugs it off.
"No, it doesn't." Kory hisses. No one really paid any attention to him.
"Either way… I'm listing you as group 103. Go sit against that wall until I can send a representative to explain further. Have a nice day." She nods and clicks away.
"I don't like this." Reaver shakes his head.
"For once, I agree with you." Kory nods. They glare at each other. So much for bonding.
We sat down by the wall like we were told, other strangers speaking all sorts of languages sat around us. A guy speaking French came over to us. He got really close to my face saying things I didn't understand. Emmett shoved him back and put his arm around me protectively. The man walked away.
"I'm scared, Emmett." I burrowed my face into his shirt.
"No, you're not. You're not used to it is all." I look up to see him smiling.
"Shut it." I stick my tongue out at him. I was always anti-social, even before everyone turned into zombies.
" Obviously these people aren't used to interacting with others anymore… or maybe never were…" Emmett nods at an old man with a long beard and hair trying to lick his foot.
"Hm… I suppose so." It was kind of hard to be around so many people in one place.
"Hey guys… I don't like this place." Kory comes and sits by us.
"Yeah, I get that." Emmett shakes his head, "But for now let's just see what happens, they've got everything under control."
"But what if they don't? What if someone already is infected, they just don't know it yet, and everyone else gets it. It could happen." Kory argues.
"It won't, they know what they're doing."
"Fine. But when it happens…" Kory walks away, before exploding with anger. Probably for the best.
"Don't let that scare you…" Emmett says to me. But I wasn't even thinking about that… I was more concerned about how long we would be down here. For a few days? Hours? Months?
I was so made. I'd never be able to see my flipping country again. (Neither will Bavaria for that matter… although she didn't seem to fond of the place anyways…) Maybe wouldn't even make it back home… But really home was never the place I wanted to be anyways. So what difference did it make?
And somehow through everything my iPod has managed to survive this whole journey. So I took it out of my pocket and started listening to it. And the sweet sensation of music overload brought me back to a much, much simpler time.
Two years prior to the announcement at school. I sat in the band room, a place I visited three times a day during school. Sometimes more at night. Well… now was one of those times, like when I was too afraid to visit home. To afraid to see my mom and brother fight, too scared to walk alone through the city. Or even see Dustin, who had been my best friend since we were toddlers.
Dustin lived in the same apartment building as me. In my darker days, his parents were my foster parents when we moved to the Us and my mom was only able to take care of my brother… Later, when my mom and brother moved into the apartment building, it became Dustin's habit to go from apartment to apartment through the stairwells and whatever. We free ran the rough tops of the city for one we were older, too. We grew up together, hung out together, and at one point in time, were together. But that's another story.
Anyways, half the lights in the room were off, and it was winter, so it was already dark outside even though it was only six o'clock. But that's Minnesota for you. I sat at the piano, staring at the keys, not really all there. I was thinking only about the next key I'd strike, the next time I'd strum the bass in the corner, or trill on my flute. I was a virtuoso… or at least… my teachers called me.
But that would change tonight. It would all change. Well for me at least. Maybe everyone else's lives would go on as planned. But mine would stop.
And suddenly I'm standing on that same roof top. (The one that would be destroyed in a few years) and I'm preparing myself for whatever would come next… some sort of mixture of pain and relief I guessed. I swung my legs over a ledge and-
"What are you doing?" A voice from behind. I gasp, almost going forward.
"I'm uhm…" and before I can even think of what I'm going to say, before I turn and before I rack my brain for who would be up here, he says,
"Don't do it. No one's going to want to clean that mess up." He walks over to the ledge beside me, face hidden beneath dark hair. He looks down, studying the fall. "And from here, you'd probably land in front of the door way, maybe falling on someone." He looks at me, face completely serious. Also a face I didn't recognize. But despite the circumstances, I was about to crack up laughing.
I moved away from the edge, "So… you're new here?"
"Yup, just moved in." He peels a strip of duck tape off of him as if for proof he'd been unpacking boxes. Then sits back down on the ledge, as if it were nothing, as if the fall were only a few feet. He pats the area next to him, but I hardly move. "A second ago you were about to jump, and now you're too scared to go near the edge?" He raises an eyebrow. So challenging him, I sit down. And we end up talking there, past midnight.
"By the way," He says, his feet dangling over the ledge. His sweatshirt draped around my shoulders, since it was so cold. "my name's Emmett."
"Minneapolis?" Russia is waving one of her hands in front of my face. I take me ear buds out and look back at her, trying to remember what just happened. "The uh,… representative is here… we're supposed to go with him."
"Right…" I say, and stand up. As we're walking down a long, damp hallway, finally clear of all those people, Emmett elbows my rib cage.
"How long do you think this will last?" Oh so big bad Emmett has gone down in size since he realized WE ARE NEVER LEAVING THIS PLACE!
"Don't know…" I sigh. Don't know…
Well… I'd have to say that was quite good myself. (:: AAAANNNDDD (for mainly my fun and possibly your humor…)
WILL REAVER AND KORY'S FUDE EVER END? WILL FAIBANKS EVER TALK? WHEN WILL RUSSIA HAVE HER NEXT DEMONIC STARE DOWN? AND WILL EMMETT AND MINEAPOLIS EVER FIND HOME? STAYED TUNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER IN ZOMBIE CHAINSAW MASSACRE, WERE YOU MAY OR MAY NOT GET ALL THESE ANSWERS… PROBABLY NOT.
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