CHAPTER 4: A New Start
What an amazing way to go to meet my maker. Lost, covered with cuts and bruises, hell-beaten . . . yep. It's time for me to join all the deceased spirits up in Heaven. Farewell, cruel world. And now that I think of it, I think that I'm amazing, even for a twelve year old Snow Pea, because I managed to take on at least seventy of those zombies, even though it ended by having me shot by an electrically charged shotgun shell on the side of Yonge Street. Despite the fact that I didn't get buried next to my dead twin siblings in Humber Summit, on the up side, I'll see them once I close my eyes . . .
At least, that's what I thought.
"Oh, my God! Please, don't say that you're gonna die! Oh Jesus, oh Jesus... don't say that I'm too late to save you . . ." I heard a panicked male voice split the silence into slivers. I didn't die. I missed death by a micrometre. How? I asked myself this question over and over as I felt my life dashing back into me, like a rushing, restless river.
"Think you came in the nick of time." I mumbled as my eyes re-focused themselves.
As soon as I could see straight, I was shocked at what I saw. For right in front of me, a handsome Repeater was staring down at me. I bit my lip and felt myself blushing a bit.
"Oh . . . thanks. And you're name is?" I enquired.
"It's Peater." the boy-plant replied. "What's your name?"
"My name's Elyssia. And . . . thanks for helping me out." I answered. Peater gasped, and for a split second I saw his eyes light up, like he had . . . I dunno . . . seen me before. He extended his leaf and I gratefully took it as I stood up on my roots.
"So . . . where do you live?" he asked.
I could tell that my eyes took on a troubled look as I recalled all of the hell I went through, back in my old domicile in North Etobicoke.
"I . . . I don't really have a home!" I cried as I burst into tears.
"What happened, Elyssia?" Peater asked.
"I . . . don't wanna talk about it, Peater I just don't." I responded as I trembled and shook with my sobs. Peater put a leaf around my stem.
"It's fine. Make yourself at home at the base where I live." he whispered as he slowly rubbed my stem and attempted to comfort me.
"Come with me." Peater murmured as he led me through the inhospitable surroundings of Toronto ― or I should say Zombonto. See, the zombies have taken over this city completely. We plants must stop Zomboss before he kills us all. At least things are going fine with us . . . a little.
"Here we are. Not Buckingham, but it's a nice place." Peater said, jolting me out of my thoughts. Right in front of me, I found a base that looked like the Eaton Center. Wait... it is the Eaton Center.
"Oh . . . thank you, Peater. You don't know how much this means to me." I said, flashing him my sweetest, prettiest smile.
"You're welcome, Elyssia. It's my pleasure . . ." Peater stuttered.
I could see his face go a dark green, and I could see his green eyes shine with adoration as he looked into mine.
"I'm glad that you cared enough to help me like this." I whispered as I gave him a tight hug.
Peater returned the embrace, and led me into his room. "You can share a room with me, if you want." he suggested.
"Take me away! After all you did for me, I'm all yours!" I exclaimed.
Peater's cup of joy seemed to fill up at my words as he led me up a flight of steps, which now occupied what was once one of the two elevators, down a hallway, and into a small yet cozy room with a bunk bed.
"Bottom bunk's never been used. You can have it, if you want." he said softly. "Thank you again, Peater. You've been so kind to me." I murmured.
"Anything for you, Elyssia." Peater replied. I climbed into bed and shut my eyes. At least I found a temporary, if not permanent, place to stay, and I found an awesome friend to top it all off. Maybe I can stop hating my life, and start getting grounded with what's important.