[glow=black,2,300]t a t e ;[/glow]
home just isn't home anymore. nothing is the same. the people you once knew were now some flesh eating creature, food was a struggle to find, the people that were human tried to kill you or take your stuff. everyone was on edge and afraid and now you had to do everything to survive.
with my feet pounding on the pavement, i glanced behind me. still no sign of her. where could she have gone? damn it bell. huffing and puffing, i pressed forward. i needed to find her before she got injured or something, i promised her that when this all started i would keep her safe. but it's hard to do that when she keeps running off out of fear. i understand she's scared, but is life now and she needs to accept that. i know. typical guy talking, not giving a damn as you women say. but i do care. she's my step sister, she's all i got left and i'm worried sick but this can't become a daily thing. maybe i should hourly thing. this is the third time this week. but having anxiety and having to do deal with isn't gonna mix well.
sure isabella can handle herself, but still. she'll let her guard down at some point and that's the last thing i need. she lets her guard down, gets bitten then leaves me in this hell hole alone. i wouldn't be able to handle it. coming to a sudden halt, i leaned forward and put my hands on my knees struggling to catch my breath. as i stood there, i glanced around. nothing. licking my lips, i let out a heavy sigh and stood up straight shaking my head. she couldn't make this easy for me could she? of course not, she's a woman. women never make it easy. always assuming things. trust me, i know a thing or two about girls.
they always think i'm a player because i flirt with girls, i do it to make someone smile. girls like hearing that they look good in something or that you like their smile. but apparently it makes you a man whore to talk to more than one girl. but the thing is, i only talk to isabella and like two others. okay, maybe a few more than that but it's not like i'm running around flirting with every girl in my line of sight. if that's how it is was then i would agree with you, but i don't. so i i would be happy if you women would stop assuming i'm a damn player because i'm not. i'm a loyal guy when it comes down to dating. but while i'm not tied down, i'm gonna flirt. it's in a male's bloodline to flirt.
shaking my head, i pushed my thoughts aside and started walking. i needed to find isabella before something serious happened to her. if anything happens to her, i would do nothing but blame myself because i wasn't there to save her or help her. i call isabella my sister, not step sister because we were raised together expect for two years as we were told. but not that it mattered, we love each other like we're blood. many think we are blood related and we like it that way. but not only are we siblings, we're best friends. there's no secrets with us, unless it's something for our birthdays or something like that then it's hush hush but other than that we're an open book with each other. and when we're not, we can tell when something is wrong no matter how hard we try to hide it. bell is famous for picking up on when i'm upset, i guess it's just a girl thing. now, i'm not saying that us men don't notice things like that. we do. but bell picks up on it in no time, while it takes me a few minutes or an hour to figure out she's upset.
smiling at the thought of old memories, i thought for a brief moment that things were okay. but it only took seconds for me to realize that i wasn't. i hated the way things were, fear was what kept everyone going. even myself. the fear of dying, being eaten, the fear of losing isabella. that's what kept me moving. it made me remember that i had a reason to fight, to keep going, and not to give up. i had someone that cared about me, someone that i loved, and that's all i needed. now don't go getting the wrong idea. isabella is my sister, remember that. but sometimes we confuse people with the way we act, but that's partly my fault and sometimes we do it so people will leave us alone. sometimes you just need your space and are willing to do anything to get it.
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[glow=black,2,300]i s a b e l l a ;[/glow]
"get off of me!" i hissed, struggling to get free. "give me for your stuff!" a male snapped at me, jerking on my book bag. i shot him a glare from hell and pulled harder, finally causing him to let go. and as soon as he did, i tackled him to the ground. with the male pinned to ground, i got up in his face. "awe, little baby got tackled by a girl. guess you're not a man after all." i smirked. that set something off inside of him, because he started struggling to get free but wasn't getting to far. i couldn't help but laugh. "i'm gonna let you off with a small warning, but next time you try to steal my stuff. i'll be sure to kill you, and that's a promise." i said then jumped off of him.
but this guy wasn't giving up. as soon as he was free, he started swinging. out of pure instinct, i guarded my face with my arms. that's when something cut my arms. a knife? are you serious? you need a knife? to a fight a girl? wow. flinching a bit, i shook my head and took off. he had no reason to chase me, he was the one that was trying to steal from me. but the thing was, something was running after me. but i don't think it was human. it was moving to quick and moaning like something was wrong it. damn, it's one of those creatures. sucking in a breath, i picked up my pace and just ran and ran. my feet refusing to stop. i never should have taken off without tate, but i was too stupid to think about that before i had already done it.
with my gaze locked on the creature behind me, i slid to a stop and grabbed a random metal pipe near by. charging at the creature, i swung knocking it to the ground. when it was the wrong, i did nothing but beat it's head in. and i didn't stop swinging for a good little bit. realizing that it was dead, i dropped the pipe and took off running. blood was splattered all over my clothes and face, it was kind freaking me out but i needed to find tate. question was, where is he? glancing back behind me, just to make sure nothing was behind me, i didn't dare think about what was in front of me. and sure enough, i crashed into something or somebody. "ow." i heard a voice. wait i know that face. tate! i looking up, i gasped with relief and tackled tate in a hug. "bell!" he said, squeezing me tightly. "where have you been? why is there blood on you? are you alright?" he asked, acting like he was mother or something. it made me smile but only for a split second as i retreated from the hug. "i'm fine, it's not mine." i told him.
he seemed to be happy with that answer. but it was only seconds, before we pressing on to find somewhere to stay. "once we find somewhere to stop, we'll eat. we don't have much, but it's enough to last for a couple of days." he told me. i nodded, as i kept up his quick pace. but something caught my attention. two figures were standing still. one was a boy for sure, but the one i don't know what it was. "tate!" i whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling him back. he stumbled a bit and looked over to where i was looking. wait. is the other one changing? "tate, i think the one is changing." i whispered. tate nodded, but just stood there. "we have to do something." i muttered. "we don't know him!" tate hissed. "i don't care, i'm not letting someone die." i grumbled and headed towards the two.
i honestly didn't know what to say, so when i reached the boy with the confused but yet frightened expression, i placed a hand on his shoulder and tugged trying to get his attention. "dude come on! you're gonna end up dead! that person is changing." i whispered, still pulling on the guy's arm. he needed to run or something, before i had to take action and kill the person. and knowing my luck, the guy is related to person that's changing and if it that's the case, i don't need him seeing that and then hating me for saving his ass. "come on!"
