Left outside alone.

Dana's mother got sick and left her alone in a world with guns, cannibals and crazy people. She was 10 years then, now she's 18 . She doesn't trust anyone and has no problem killing. She's not scared and quite strong, but will she survive alone? or will she have to get along and make a group with what she hates the most (people) to stay alive?


6. Always someone else to blame.

I think I’d walked for 2 minutes, when I felt a hand grabbing my shoulder and turning me around. I pulled my knife out of my pocket, pointing it at a familiar face.

“Hey where are you going? You can’t just leave, taking all the food” Warren said, placing his hands on his hips. I removed the knife hesitating from his face and stepped back.

“I’m going my own way, just go back to the car” I said slowly moving backwards “And I didn’t take all of the food, there’s at least six cans of food and two packs of biscuits left”.

“You can barely walk and you plan on leaving, at night, alone, with no place to go. What about the things…Draggers?” he groaned and lifted his eyebrows, obviously disagreeing with my choice.

“I’m fine, just go!” I hissed, probably spitting. I turned around to walk away, but before I even could take one step he grabbed my arm. Don’t push my buttons now, I thought. My cheeks flushed as the blood inside me began to boil. Take a hint!

“Hey, I’m not going to leave a girl alone out-“

“Do you think I’m weak, because I’m a girl!?” I cut him off and furrowed my brows.

“Yes…wait…what? No! I-I…That was not my point” he stuttered and confusion covered his face. He walked right into the trap; pointing out that I was a girl. 

“Never miss a good chance to shut up” I frowned.

“If it wasn’t for me you would still have wandered around with that arrow buried in your leg, I helped you. You can’t run with that leg, it’s crazy to even try” he took a step forward.

“Please if it wasn’t for ME you would still be trapped with that group. The only reason why I fell and ended up with an arrow pointing out of my leg was because YOU couldn’t keep your mouth shut at the camp! Like you can’t now!” I jelled poking his chest and looking wild eyed on him.

“Oh so it’s my fault?” he furrowed his brow.

“Yeah, you got it! I was doing fine on my own” I gritted my teeth.

“Open your eyes, sunshine! You can’t survive alone; you need people to watch your back, when you’re hurt like that. How can you not see that this is a crazy idea?” he said spreading his arms out. I looked down, shaking my head. I don’t need people and definitely not to watch my back. The way he said it; he never really sounded angry or convincing, he sounded calm and almost joking. He was damn hard to read, I couldn’t tell if the guy was joking or actually had a point. The sarcastic smile never left his lips, though I was pretty sure that he meant it; his tone was sarcastic but his eyes serious as hell. There were silence for a few seconds. Man, I’ve just met him and we’re already yelling at each other. I carefully looked up hoping that he wasn’t paying attention to my hesitation.

“Listen” I started, talking calm again ”I helped you and you helped me, end of story. We don’t owe each other anything. And I don’t need protection or help, please just go back to the car…”. He looked away and pushed his lips together.

“I guess you want your knife back then?” he said looking thoughtful at me.My knife? I’ve totally forgot all about it, how could I? I looked surprised at him and nodded desperately; a little too desperately and I quickly regretted it. He peered suspicious back

“Well it’s in the car so you have to walk back to the car with me” he smiled teasing. I rolled my eyes, sighed and rushed past him. Unbelievable, I don’t have to do anything…

“You don’t really like me, huh?” he kept his eyes on the ground; trying to keep up with me witch was pretty easy because of my leg. I didn’t look at him or answered, just walked faster. No?!  Of course I don’t like you, you’re fuck*ng annoying; thinking you know everything about surviving with a wounded leg. 'my dad was a medical doctor' my ass...

“You’re not really easy to get along with, you know? I’m sorry if I’m just a bump in the road for you, but I’m just trying to help and people are usually thankful” he continued talking and talking, did this guy ever shut up? It was a 2 min. walk but he made it feel like 30.

“I’m assuming that you’re not in a group, since you’re stealing food alone. That’s maybe why you are so reserved? ” he said scratching his neck.

I stopped and frowned at him. I was about to yell something but took a deep breath instead, closing my eyes and then turned around. My hands formed into fists and I just wanted to punch him, punch his plan ruining face and leave him with another bruise to recover.

“Sorry” he mumbled “Never miss a good chance to shut up, huh?” he giggled nervously and moved past me up to the car. I slapped my hand against my forehead as soon as he turned around; He made me sick, like people always do. How could he survive this long? He acts like there is a hope, he is smiling though nothing is worth a smile, and worst of all he doesn’t seem to have realized the danger around him.

He found the knife and I walked over to him. I reached for the knife, but he just pulled it away from me. Surprised by his action I raised a brow, What now?

“Just give me the knife so I can get the f*ck away from you” I looked seriously at him.

“Try to ask in a friendly way” he muttered absent and turned the knife around in his hands, examining it carefully.

I reached for the knife once more and he repeated his action by pulling it away from me. His eyes met my glowering gaze and a mischievous smirk from him made the anger grow larger inside of me. I decided to give him one more chance and reached for it again. This time he jogged giggling away slowly.

I couldn’t believe this guy, was he serious? Oh god, I could easily catch this guy and take the knife but I’m not going to, I’m not going to waste my time with…aw what the hell, If I want my knife I guess I’ll have to catch him. F*cking immature *sshole.

I walked after him and reached him pretty quick; I grabbed his shirt and tried to take the knife from him. He turned and tossed, trying to escape from me, but I had a good grip on him. He moved forward and I was pulled with him, then I heard him laugh gently, as I lost my grip and fell to the ground. I got up fast and brushed the dirt of me.

“Are you okay back there?” he giggled walking away from me waving with my knife. A grumpy stare coming from me brought him to laughter. I don’t think it was about the knife anymore, a part of it was, but the other part was to show him that I wasn’t helpless and a wounded leg didn’t make me weaker. I have a really strong competitive side and I think that’s one reason why I’m still alive; I hate to give up.

He turned around and I grabbed the arm he held the knife in and pulled it hard. I found myself laughing along with him as we tumbled around in a forest near the car and gas station. I pulled his arm down and tried to get the knife, but man he was strong. Fight had turned into fun and suddenly it was more a game than a war.

We fooled around, it’s stupid, I thought, but I forgot the thought when his hand landed on my back. I tripped over something and in a failing attempt to keep myself up I grabbed the guy who just went down with me. He almost landed on top of me, but he managed to stretch his arms out before hitting me. There was an arm on each side of me holding on to the dirt. I stop laughing as I’m lying on the ground with him looking down at me. Our eyes locked, I tried to look away but somehow I couldn’t. The heath from his body, which were few inches from touching me, made me feel comfortable. Another humans body warmth was waving against my cold and dirty skin and replaced fear and anger with trust and happiness. We both smiled but then it slowly turned into a confused glance. We cleared our throats and got up from the ground. I mentally face palmed myself.

What just happened was really, really bad, I thought as I brushed the dirt of me. Oh no, this can’t happen, I’m not starting to bond with him. No, no, no. I don’t know him, you can’t trust strangers, even people you know can’t be trusted. I just need to leave now, right now. Why couldn’t he just give me the knife? I can’t start getting along with anyone, it’s too dangerous and I’ll not let myself get leaved again. The world is shit and I’m playing around like a teenager, there is no time or room for that. My head burned and the only thing I could think of was to look at Warren.

He stood with his hand behind his head looking down; maybe he’s just as frustrated and confused as I am? I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to say something, but got cut off by a deep growl. I looked around and saw five Draggers jogging towards us.

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