Survived

The world went to hell shortly after that first attack on the city I was in. Its was every man from themsleves until one day all the people who held a little bit of power silently agreed to live away from eachother. Now the world stayed divided up in to sections.

The first group of people were called the outsiders, the were the ones that you had to avoid they trusted no one and you were smart to do the same with them. Outsiders are the people who would kill you no matter what the age or circumstance. The were the closest group, and the most deadly, they had most of the weapons left. Then there was my group we are called the survivors, and that is exactly what we are. We do what we have to do to survive and nothing more, literally nothing more then that. The other groups are the murder, the lost, and the last. I don't know much about them, I just know their names.

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17. Chapter seventeen

So, before we move on with this chapter I want to inform you that I wrote this at one in the morning so don’t be to mad if my creativity in this chapter is worse then in all of the other ones. It also doesn’t help that I got three hours of sleep the night before so here it is.

 

I walk out of Suzanne’s office and take in the sight of two guards trying to keep Harry from listening in on the conversation I had with Suzanne. I laugh as I see the guards freeze when they notice me, Harry also stops fighting them and comes to walk beside me. I look over my shoulder to see that Suzanne has come out of the office and is now talking to one of the guards. I return my gaze to in front of me but can’t help but notice Harry sticking up the middle finger to both of the guards.

 

We make it to the front part of the main building, and I can tell that it is past noon because of the lack people in the main building right now. We get to the front door and Harry sighs heavily as if he is frustrated. He opens his mouth to talk but doesn’t. I hate it when people want to say something but they are to afraid to say it, I obviously can’t tell them this because I do the same but I still find it rather irritating. We continue to walk in silence until we are a dissent distance away from anyone hearing us.

 

“Did you actually try to fight with those guards just so you could hear what was being talked about?’ I ask, it was kind of funny to think of grown men arguing over whether or not one should hear a conversation or not.

 

“Yes, I did, and I would like to know what you and Suzanne where talking about.” Harry states boldly, not even trying to go around the topic.

 

Crap, what should I tell him. I honestly can say that I don’t think I can lie about that.

 

“It was, um, I’d rather not tell.” I say.

 

Harry shakes his head and quickens his pace so I have to jog to remain beside him. I clearly have angered him by not telling him but I don’t think it matters considering I probably won’t take the offer.  We get back to the hut and I go directly to the bathroom. I gently close the door behind me, I grab the bucket of water that was left over from the water Harry didn’t use in is bath this morning and dump the remainder into the tub.

 

I remove my clothes and place them on the small counter top that is in the bathroom. I dip my foot into the water to check the temperature and feel that it is a decent one. I slip into the bathtub and let the cool water surround me with a freeing feeling. I look at my hands and notice that they somehow managed to get dirty even though I did nothing that would make them that way, the rest of my body also happens to be like that. I grab a wash cloth that was sitting on top of a rusted basket. I dip the cloth in the water and try to scrub the dirt off of me. I notice that I have slimmed down and now look dangerously thin, when I wash myself I can feel the outline of my bones and if I look close enough I can see them too. I will have to talk to Harry about that and I’m sure that he will try to get more food for us to eat.

 

When I am done washing my body I put the cloth back and empty the tub. I get a towel and wrap myself in it. The warmth coming from it feels very nice against my cool skin and I am grateful that I had been able to wash myself. Back at the survivor’s camp, we would get a bath or shower twice a week and that was it, you would think that we would be able to wash ourselves more frequently considering all the things we had to do but sadly we weren’t allowed.

 

 

“Harry, could you do me a favor and pass me some of my clothes?” I call out.

 

After a moment of silence Harry answers “Sure.”

 

I take a step over to the bathroom door and open it a tiny bit, I stick my hand through the opening and reach for the clothes. Soft stretchy fabric touches my hand and I am glad to feel the comfortable shirt in my hand. I pull my hand back but feel that Harry still hasn’t let go of the shirt and pants.

 

“Is there any way that you left me some water?” Harry asks.

 

I sigh, of course he asks it’s not like he didn’t have a shower this morning. But then again heaven only knows what he does all day, from what I have gathered it seems like his job is similar to Sava’s. Sigh. I miss Sava a lot, sure she was cruel at times but it only helped prepare us for what is out here.

 

“No, no more water.” I say almost without emotion.

 

“Hmm.” Harry mumbles something.

“Now can you please let go of the clothes.” I exaggerate the please part of my sentence.

 

Harry drops his hand but doesn’t let go of the clothes until I pull it as hard as I can. I close the bathroom door and lock it. I unfold the clothes and see that it is the shirt that I first wore when I was caught, it was washed but still had a faint smell of home. I drop the towel and it lands by my feet. The cold air surrounds me and I let myself enjoy the nice cool temperature, it’s not cold like outside and isn’t warm like a nice summer day but it is just that perfect temperature.

 

I grab the bra that I was wearing of the ground and put it back on, the shirt follows it and does the rest of my clothes. The pants are tight jeans and I am shocked that they would keep this type of clothing around, considering that it was next to impossible to move in. the shirt is still and comfy from the last time I wore it and I am very grateful that Harry kept it for me.

 

I pick up the towel, that is now already dry, and fold it neatly. I put it on the old worn-down shelf that it first came from. The wood from the shelf looked like it was once a deep brown but I now worn-down to a natural shade of oak. I run my hand along the wood and am happy that I can feel the nice texture of the wood, sure it was once probably smooth like a stone that was left at the bottom of a creek but now it felt natural unlike everything else that was left in this horrible world. There’s a small knock on the door and my head quickly jolts up until I realize that I locked the door.

 

“Eve, you almost down?” Harry quietly asks.

 

“uh, yah sorry was just putting my shirt on.” I say quickly.

 

I unlock the door and then open it, Harry is standing basically where the door stood and looks rather irritated at something that I don’t know. I slip past him and lay on the futon. I sigh angrily, the futon is really uncomfortable and hurts my body when I sleep on it. The mattress part of it feels as though it is paper thin and the metal bar supporting it underneath feel like the have massive spikes all over them.

 

” Not very comfortable.” Harry says, his accent still makes me laugh, but for some reason at this present moment it is all the ore hilarious.

 

“Not at all.” I comment.

 

I roll over onto my side so I am looking at him and not at the ceiling, he is sitting at his desk quickly sketching something that I can’t see. I try to sit up to look at it but he only stands up leaves the hut and takes the drawing with him. What, um ok then. Sure, Harry kind of does whatever he wants but this was strange for even him. I stand up and go sit at his desk, I pull out a blank piece of paper and get to work.

 

 

 

 

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