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?


5. Eyes on road.

“Where are we going?” I asked worried  as we turned around a corner and ended up on a small road, we were basically out in nowhere. The road just continued straight as far as I could see. I was nervous, but tried my best not to show it, he could kill me at any time now. He was probably just waiting for me to fall asleep or pass out, then it would be easier for him.

“I know this place; it’s far away from the city but close to a gas station. We need some fuel” he said tapping his finger on the wheel. He looked anxious out of the window.

“You’re nervous?” my throat was still sore from all the screaming “Why?” I looked out of window and waited for him to reply. He laughed gently and shook his head. My hands was ready to grab an arrow, I didn’t look at him; this would be the perfect opportunity to kill me.

“It’s nothing, I’m just not used to drive or move at all at night. It’s dangerous, you know, because of them”. He pointed towards the city.

“Draggers” I whispered looking despondent out of the window.

“What? Is that what you call them?” he looked a little more comfortable now, let his shoulder fall down a little and grinned. “I like that, it’s better than my ‘demons’”.

My stomach was making that well-known, dying-whale sound and the feeling of hunger made me tired. I folded my arms around my stomach and sighed.

“You’re hungry? There’s some food in the back, just go ahead” he said pointing at the back of the car.

I reached for a backpack and unzipped it. I found some biscuits and immediately wolfed them down. I wasn’t full but I couldn’t feel the hunger neither so I was good to go.

“By the way my name is Warren, but my friends call me Ware, or they did. What’s your name?” he asked looking expectantly on me. I turned his head so he was looking out of the front window.

“Eyes on road” I said, not caring about his question. I didn’t really care if he looked at the road; I only said it to avoid talking and stuff.

I didn’t like to talk, it’s when you start talking you start bonding. I’m not going to stay with him, as soon as I can run again I will be long gone. I looked at him, the blood was gone and now I discovered that he had freckles; little brown dots covering his nose and some places on his cheeks. He had dark hair, and his eyes were some weird combination of green and light brown, almost like the colours were fighting to become the final overpowering colour. I looked at his lips they’d formed a soft smile and then they started moving.

“What?” he kept his eyes on the road, sitting a little stiff “What are you looking at?” he continued, still smiling soft. He removed his eyes from the road and looked asking at me. My gaze slid to the car floor as I cleared my throat.

“Nothing…” I leaned back and folded my arms. I didn’t look at him now but I could feel the questioning glance from him.

“Are you going to tell me your name?” he peered on the road ahead again.

“You don’t need to know my name” I answered fast.

He sighed and again he was looking at me instead of the road ”Why are you so reserved? ”.

“Listen, my name doesn’t matter, just…Drive and keep you god damn eyes on the road” I said pointing upset out of the window. I’m not reserved…how dare he? He doesn’t know anything about me…

“Okay, okay!...The gas station is right there” he sounded bitter.

We both walked out of the car, he filled the car with gas, and I started packing a black backpack with food and water from the back of the car. I took five cans of food, three packs of biscuits and all of the fruit. I thought that was fair because it was my idea to steal food, he just….did it for me. If it wasn’t for me he would still be trapped with those idiots. I blamed him for the stinging wound I now got on my leg.

I looked at him as I swung the backpack over my shoulder. He was busy filling the car, so I wandered off. There was no chance I was going to stay with him, I’m not even sure if I could trust him. I know he helped me but that doesn’t matter. I know how people are, they’ll help you and take care of you but when shit gets real and the fire is out, you can’t trust them and they’ll end up leaving you.

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