Learning To Live

In the year 2086, infection has broken out all over the world. There is believed to be only three percent of humanity scattered across the globe. This young girl has lost everything; her parents her best friends, her siblings, almost everything! But she refuses to give up--for if she gives up, she will lose all hope, and never see her Aunt Maryann again; her last chance for something to save herself, and her sanity. Will she ever find her Aunt Maryann? Or will she spend the rest of her life in Base Camp 1, waiting for a cure?


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3. Chapter 3

It wasn't until after the tour was over that I realized this place was a training facility.

There was the kitchen, the lab(where a few scientists were trying to find a cure) the gym, the girls' room, the guys' room, and a classroom from where I entered the building at.

I walked back into the classroom and walked back over to the corner in the back.

I looked around and saw Ethan in the front of the room. I saw Janet talking to Chief. I saw Christian, the guy I went to school with, he kept eyeing me, as if I could turn any second. I saw a girl about my age with black hair and a pixie face.

"Hiya!"

I jumped and looked next to me.

I saw a red headed guy that had just popped up from behind an over-turned desk.

"Hi, I'm Logan," He said and held out his hand.

"I'm... Rylee," I tested the words tentatively, because it had been so long since I have introduced myself to someone, and looked at his hand skeptically.

He put his hand down, stood up and walked over to me.

He squatted down next to me.

I got to look at him up close. He had brown eyes, red hair, pale white skin, and a splash of freckles across his nose. My guess was that he was of Irish or Scottish heritage, given the way he's built.

"I'm Logan Riddly," He said with a friendly smile.

"I'm Rylee Song," I said returning the smile.

"Nice to meet you, Rylee," He said, putting his hand on my knee.

My smile faded quickly as I stiffened up and shook my head. "Don't--don't touch me," I said.

He quickly held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, I didn't know,"

"It's okay, it's just--I haven't been around another living person, in so long. I'm-- I'm just trying to get used to it." I said and hugged my knees to my chest.

"I get it," He said. "I was the newest person in here, before you, that is. I was found a few months ago trying to beat one of the doors open with a weed wacker." He smiled.

I chuckled a little bit. "I started out with a baseball bat, trying to play ball with their heads."

He smiled and laughed a little bit.

"See, we're not so different," He smiled again.

"I guess not," I smiled back.

I looked at him again, something about him... I don't know what it is, but I liked it.

You can't! Don't get too comfortable, Rylee. You know you can't stay for long!

But... after that first conversation, he made my stomach feel like it was preforming in the olympics, I just didn't know if I liked this feeling or not...

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