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.


18. Chapter eighteen.


The pencil feels weird in my hand but I am determined to draw something that looks decent, or at least something that I can be proud of. I have been sitting at Harry’s desk for at least two hours now and still haven’t managed to make a proper circle for the middle of a flower, I thought I would have been easy but now that I try it, it doesn’t appear to be. I take out Harry’s drawing for inspiration and see the middle isn’t a correct circle but more of an oval shape. Are you kidding me, this whole time if been trying to get a perfect circle but it doesn’t have to be! I angrily flip the paper over again and start over, just like I had for many of my attempts.


My hand creates a small oval like shape that I am proud that I managed to create, I guess that once I had an example it wasn’t as hard as I first thought. I lightly tap the paper with the circle to try and create the flower look. Sigh, it doesn’t look good at all. The center of the flower looks like it has some sort of disease and can’t be cured. The door clicks open and I grab the paper and rush to the futon, I don’t want to be caught trying to draw and I most defiantly don’t want to be caught failing to draw properly. Harry walks in with a small bag in his hand and toss it to me. the bag lands on my lap and I squish it, expecting it to be something more solid and finding something soft, I peek inside the bag.


There is a blanket and bed sheets, along with some keys in the bag, I look up at Harry with a confused glance. Why do I need these things? It made no sense, since I was still basically a prisoner and was stuck sleeping on this crappy futon. I lift the bed sheets up to find a backpack also, why would he give these to me does he want me to run away, it’s like he is almost assisting me in running away.


“Harry,” I ask “What are these for?” I ask now genuinely confused with what’s in the bag and why it is being given to me.


Harry sits down on his bed and lays down, he faces me and I can tell that he is debating telling me now or later. I toss the bag to the end of the futon and sigh, I really want to know why I’ve been given this but if I don’t know maybe it’ll give me a better chance at escaping.


“It’s for your own hut.” Harry says.


I get my own hut? I am shocked, the camp seemed large enough to have huts for everyone and making new ones wouldn’t be much of an issue since the area where we are located is in a large valley, but to give a prisoner a hut is surprising. I don’t understand how he managed to convince Suzanne to allow me to stay where someone is constantly keeping an eye on me as if they were babysitting child.


“Oh.” I am very surprised with this.



Harry laughs slightly and shakes his head. “I guess I should have said we are getting another hut instead of your getting your own hut.” Wait what? “Suzanne thought that you might want you own room and bed so she had a hut made for me and you that has two rooms in it,so that way you even have soe privacy.”


Wow, Suzanne must actually care about me more then I think, perhaps she is starting to see me for me and not as my sister. It must have taken a while for them to build it considering the fact that I have been staying in this hut for almost a month now, and heaven only knows how long a was in that dark room. I shiver, the dark room is something I try to keep off my mind to me it was horrible.


Harry tosses me another bag “Pack all of your stuff.” Harry instructs. We must be leaving soon because I don’t think Harry would be in a hurry for any other reason. Harry opens the dresser doors and throws clothes to me and I realize that these are all the clothes that must have been brought here for me. I didn’t know about them but glad I do now, as much as I love my clothes that I knew about I am happy that I have different things for different times of the year because I don’t want to be sweaty all summer long.


I fold the clothes neatly and see that most of them are grey, either from the years a wear on the blacks or because it’s an easy color to find. All of the materials seem to be stretchy and soft like the shirt that I am wearing now, I have to thank the person who paid enough attention to what I am wearing to know what I would be most comfortable in. I put the clothes into the backpack that Harry brought me and find that they perfectly fit in.

I look at the backpack closer and realize that it is one that most camps use on raids, it has many pockets to store stuff in and has padding on the shoulder area making it easier to carry when there is something heavier in the bag. The bags that we had back at my camp were also nice like this and I appreciate that Suzanne cared enough about the people in this camp to get them decent backpacks for the heavy loads they had to carry.


“Where is this other hut?” I ask curiously.


The hut that we are going to would have to be on the other side of the camp because me and Harry took a walk a couple days ago and explored most of the camp. I zip up the backpack and wait for answer from Harry, he really has a habit of waiting a few minutes until he answers any question I ask him.


Finally, Harry answers “Somewhere.” Of course, he answers vaguely he always does if he doesn’t want to talk even though answering a simple question requires minimal effort.


“Alright then.” I say as I shrug my shoulders.


Harry is almost done packing his bag and I notice something shiny lying underneath his bed, I take a closer look at it and notice that it is a knife, but not just one with closer inspection I see that there are three knifes slightly hidden under the bed. Wow, Harry is always prepared for an attack, that must be why he is always on edge.


Lately Harry has been tenser than usual, or what I consider the usual Harry. I think it might have to do with where the new hut is in the camp, perhaps it’s where most of the raiders come in from. If it was where raiders came in it would be a smart move on their part because outsiders are furthest north out of all the camps so you would expect them to come from the south.


“You ready?” I look up at Harry who already has his bag on his back and looks like he just wants to leave.


“Yeah, can’t wait to leave.” I say honestly.


Guys thanks for reading, just wanted to say sorry for the boring chapters I promise that the next chapter will be a little more exciting, I hope. 

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