Mad Human

When the world takes a turn to the worst, there is one hope, that is a teenager: Noah Theodore Kuklo. Noah will do what it takes to make his, and his friends life’s better, even if it breaks him. He will fight, not only the undiscovered virus, but also himself; from the mental struggles of losing his friends and family, to having to do the morally wrong, and going against all the things that was taught to him as important. But in the middle of an apocalypse, nothing matters but survival.

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22. Chapter 22

I’ve been in this room once, she really changed the place since I was in last.  As if she was planning on staying a while.

She was in the revolving chair, behind the large desk, suitable for a king.  She knew it was me, she knew of my plans; though she could have stopped it, she didn’t.

“How did you know it was me?” I asked.

She responded, “When this first started, there was a boy; sitting right where I am now.  I did the same thing, I thought the kid was not suitable to rule.  I over through him.  I put my foot on his throat and crushed his windpipe.”

I was surprised, she was capable of doing what I was doing.  I brain washed you into thinking that she was a no good, woman; but she is more than appears.  I don’t know what to say, staring at the back of the chair.

It felt like an hour of silence, though it was only thirty seconds.

“I can tell you nervous.” she said confidently.

“No,” I replied, “I’m debating whether I should kill you, or spare you.”

With the spin of the chair, I could see her now.  Her beautiful, elegant, blond hair; her developed face.  It was then I realized, this woman was one I couldn’t kill.

I stared into her ocean blue eyes.  I didn’t even know her name.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“It’s Layla, but that is beside the point.” She replied, “You are too deep in this now, you don’t want to kill me, why don’t we work something out.”

This was what I wanted, I wanted to work it out.  But if I agreed to work something out, she would think I was weak; like I haven’t proven myself already.

“No,” I said again, “I won’t work nothing out with you, why should I?”

“You can be in charge; I’ll be your second in charge.” She responded generously, “You will run this camp, make all the hard decisions, have kids do things you wouldn’t do, and be the one people blame when something bad happens, and the one they praise when something good happens.”

At this point it is like she is trying to discourage me from the position; or rather prepare me for what is to come.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” I responded, “just one more question”

“And what would that be?” she said in a sarcastic tone.

“Would you like to,” in an embarrassed voice, “go out with me?”

 

 

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