.:||Killing Just You||:.
I yawn and get to my feet. The fire's out and the air is chilly.
I wonder what time it is as I pack my few small items. My sleeping-bag,
a water cantine, some crackers and a leftover burger I found in the
Quickly Chicky's garbage. I stuff them in my black and yellow Adidas bag
that begs me to put more stuff into it because of its size.
I throw it on my back, stomp on the embers and set off in the cold
morning air. My blonde hair is in a high ponytail, the pink highlights
and raccoon stripes look like just pink highlights. My yellow aeropostal
tank is a bit dirty going a little past my belt loops on my holey blue jeans
that I cut off into capris about a foot and a half from my tattered
converse shoes.
The trees seem as if their closing in on my small, short frame as I push
onward - looking for the clearing I saw yesterday. Where I'll meet Jake- if
he's still alive that is.
You see, we were captured during our shopping date at the Shreveport mall by
scientists who said that the world was coming to an end. And our stupid
little teenage minds were mesmerized - not by their speech, but they had
something. I'm still not sure what, but it told our mind to walk, to trust
and follow them out to their truck where they took us to New York. There they
experimented on us, all kind of things. Only a couple I know what they do.
Shortly after we escaped their brutle and hostile nature, we set off for
freedom. We weren't ourselves anymore. We knew that. We dropped our bags
somewhere on the coastline. After a night there, things got strange. It
seemed as if we had brought a virus in our bags, that intoxicated the entire
city of Miami. Turning them into rotting flesh and bones, striving to survive.
I know what your thinking - zombies. But no. They could control themselves,
they were just, cannibalistic freaks that spazed out sometimes. They were
close to zombies though, just not the running after you, "I wanna eat you,"
type deal. They were more formal about it. Like a r.apist getting and luring
a tiny child in so he could enjoy himself for a while.
I was snapped out of my memories as I saw the clearing begin to form in front
of me, the trees grew less dense - in size and in numbers, while they bushes
and brush began to spread out over the forest floor. They faded slowly into
a grass and flower lushes clearing, dew sparkling in the faint morning
glow of the sun.
I looked around for any sign of my boyfriend, my survivor, my hero. But he
wasn't anywhere I could see. After about an hour of sitting down, plucking
grass, flowers, and keeping an eye our for our tamed zombies, I heard
footsteps near my right. I jumped to my feet instantly. Keeping my bag on
the ground I cautiously stepped towards the sound.
When I saw his bright blue holister tee, I had to hold my mouth closed so I
wouldn't squeal in delight. Jake pushed the last couple limbs back from
his face so he could walk through and see me clearly. I sprinted the
couple steps between us and pulled him into a giant hug. He held me tight
as we enjoyed a little moment of peace.
He broke the hug by holding my shoulders and pushing back slightly, "We have
to leave,Cyrista." he murmured, almost silently, holding back the words he
didn't want to hear himself - let alone say them. I nodded a little in
agreement,stepping back and putting my bag over my shoulders.
Jake had one similar to mine, a large grey and blue Nike mesh bag, a little
too big for our situation. He had on a blue holister shirt with black sleeves.
His light brown hair fell halfway down his neck, his 'bangs' swept to the side
across his forehead, not even halfway down his nose. He had on dark jean
shorts that were just past he knees and blue tennis shoes. Nike and blue,
my guess was his own small obsession.
When we were both ready - not that we had alot of stuff anyways, we walked
to the edge of the clearing. The sun was just starting to peek above the
trees surrounding us as we began running through the dew covered grass,
small blades broke off and stuck to my ankles as we ran.
Just as we neared the middle, we looked to each other, nodded, spread
apart a little bit then snapped out our large, powerful wings. Pushing down
hard on the air we eared the sky, flew over the trees and to our next stop.
Maybe science wasn't so bad after all.
The air whistled loudly in my ears as we flew swiftly through the air. My
ponytailed hair whipped against my shoulders and back with each push of my snow
white wings. Speaking of my wings - you weren't expecting that, were you?
They're about 14 feet in length, are mainly snow white with a light blue, cyan
color flecked and lightly splashed around - as if the scientists believed in
style. Or just hair dye.
Jake's wings were a light brown that faded into darker brown the closer they
came to his back, and they were about 16 feet - two more than mine. They
probably didn't care much for his wings is my guess, seeming there were no
extra or 'out there' colors decorating his powerful wings.
The trees darted under us, as if they were running the opposite way we were
headed. I don't blame them. Our next stop was Texas - our birth state, our
home and the place we loved. Although we wanted to go back to our childhood
a part of us regretted setting off this way. We didn't know if the other could
handle the amount of destruction we had to face once we arrived.
Seeing our family, ruined, cannibals, and not knowing who we were. The thought
made me sick to my stomach. My face tensed up just thinking about the horrible
thought that was soon to be true.
This is when Jake looked to me, "You ok?" he called. His voice sounded a
thousand miles away in my deep thoughts. I managed a small head shake 'no' as
I looked to him - a look of bleakness plastered onto my face. He responded
with a look trying to cheer me up, I offered him a small smile and began to
descended on a small town I figured was somewhere in Mississippi.
Jake followed a little way up and behind as I descended on this wasteland we
were proud to not call home - or anything else but a destroyed wasteland.The ground
wasn't exactly solid where I landed, it looked like it was half mud and sand with
a bit of blood dashed on the top like strawberry syrup on a rocky-road sunday.
Yum.
"We're definatly in Mississippi," I heard Jake laugh from a distance,
when I looked to him he was holding a bent up green road sign that said,
" ,Mississipi Next Exit," and a large white arrow pointing left. I laughed a
little and held up the other half that said the city, "Creston,"
We exchanged a small look and threw them to the side, where they hit a light
blue car that apparently had an alarm on it and it began to ring loudly. My
breath caught in my breath when I heard this, I sent a panicked look to Jake
when a large bald man approached us with a half eaten leg and rotting skin
hanging off of his face.
"Gottany ber?" he stammered as he fell onto his side. I walked up to
cannibalistic freak with tense legs and a straight mind. He looked up at me
and a stupid grin spread across his face, "You're pretty darlin'. Meer."
he grinned, reaching for my leg. I stepped back then something caught my
attention - a butterfly knife, stained with blood a little ways off.
Jake and I tried to say away from the freaks and avoid killing the thinking
flesh and bones - but now wasn't the time. The man began to shake violently and
cough up blood. I picked up the knife, but as soon as I let my fingers touch
the rigid grip I heard another moan - then she was on top of me. I struggled
to grip the knife better as I heard Jake hacking into the guys face with a
street sign pole.
As soon as I gripped the knife good I tried to kill off this freak that was
on me - trying to bite and infect me. It would be kindof ironic if it did.
Being killed by your own creation. I was stopped short when I felt claws
rake down my arm. I lost grip of the knife and it fell to the ground. I knew
I was gone. It was over.
.:||Killing Just You|A Story||:.
