The desecrated buildings whipped past me, I could feel the engine of my old Yamaha virago vibrating the hole bike, it was always eerie when I patrolled oleh myself, there was so much silence surrounding me that I wasn’t sure what to do with it, I was one lone mouse in the middle of the field, while the birds circled over me hungrily, thinking that I glanced upward at the sky that was teeming with supernatural clouds, but I wasn’t worried, they wouldn’t dare attack me, the amount of protection I had surrounding would be enough to keep them away, not to mention that they physically couldn’t posses me, like most people I know I have the sigil on my chest to ward of possession. The point of these routine patrols is to find any stragglers and bring them to the sanctionition, and get rid of anything evil that we may find lurking in the back alleys of this almost deserted city.
My bike was fast, it had had many upgrades since I found it, we have a real electronic wiz staying with us, Evan, he rigged the hole house (which is actually an old fallout shelter) with electricity and running water, which is a mean feet considering it’s about 12ft under solid concrete, but I will never stop thanking him, it’s incredible to be able to actually have a shower, a real shower! It’s a marvel we’re all still getting used to, anyway, Evan even installed a whole load of new things on my bike, things I probably didn’t need, but he felt that I did, considering how old the bike is, older than me, a lot older, it was running extremely well. I twisted around corners, pushing the limits, the speedometer crept past 80 as a rounded another corner.
I didn’t see it until it was too late, a piece of rope lying across the potholed and neglected road, it pulled taught in front of me and before I knew it I was flying through the air, that was the fun part, like I was a bird, soaring over the blacktop, the not so fun part was when I landed, falling heavily on my right side, I saw my bike fly past me and skid to a stop, narrowly missing my head, I had had the wind knocked out of my body, but I knew I had to move, with some difficulty I pulled myself to my feet, and yanked my semi automatic around from where it hung on my back, attached to a strap that was hooked around my chest, for easy maneuvering. I blinked through the blinding pain in my side to the figure standing before me, who had just emerged from behind a rundown car, it looked as though it had been burnt out in the fires, she had obviously used it as a pulley for the rope, she was wearing scuffed black jeans, army boots, a brown leather jaket that looked like it was too small, atau maybe it was supposed to be like that, her long midnight black hair fell over her shoulder, and she had bright inquisitive green eyes, not black, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t a demon,
“Who are you?” I exclaimed, then I thought for a second, if she was a demon she could lie, one way to be sure,
“Christo” She berkata strongly. Even though I knew there was no god and that there hadn’t been for quite a while, It still worked on brainless dumbass sons of bitches, when she didn’t filch atau even pindah I relaxed slightly, clasping my side to relive some pain, it was slowly passing though, I would be fine, I kept the barrel pointing towards her though, that’s when I noticed that she had cracked a smile,
“Who are you?” she asked me in a playful tone,
“koyle” I answered out of habit, I hadn’t quite gotten used to my new judul yet, I could tell she wasn’t a demon, but there were measures that had to be taken, releasing my side a grabbed my battered flask of holy water from the inside of my jacket, where it had been tucked neatly into my pocket, and handed to her,
“have a swig” I prompted, sighing she did, no steam, no burning, in that aspect she was clean, I took it back and slipped it back into my jacket, selanjutnya was the silver knife, the one every person in the sanctionition dreaded but it had become regular routine, the person would take the pisau and cut themselves on the back of their right hand, not deeply, but after anda did it a couple of times it really started to twinge, I now have a permanent cut on the back of my hand, but this girl, I saw, did not, I glanced down her left arm, she didn’t have the sanctionition band, could it be that she wasn’t santionition, that she’d never even been in a sanctionition house, if she hadn’t she would have no idea what to do with the silver knife, that was strictly sanctionition procedure. But before I could even take it out she had produced a flask of her own,
“have a swig" she said, mimicking my own voice, but with a much lebih girly effect, trying to be serious, and mostly trying not to copy her smug sigh I took It and drank screwing the lid back into place and handing it back to her, payback time, silver knife, I whipped it from the pocket of my jeans, she took a step back, obviously not certain on what I was doing,
“here, anda just, cut your hand” I ran the blade across my already sore cut then wiped it clean and handed to her, my hand was now throbbing painfully, this was a bad day, but I guess it hadn’t been my worst, I watched as she cut, drawing slightly lebih blood then me, she winced almost invisibly, but I still caught it, then handed it back, the tension was released, neither of us were demons, we could relax. She smiled at me,
“sorry about the rope, couldn’t take a chance, anda coulda’ been something coming to kill me” I nodded, I probably would have done the same thing, she added,
“How come anda were on a motorbike, I could hear anda coming a mile away”
“It’s the preferred form of transport for the santionition scouts, there quick, there small, easy to maneuver” her face lit up,
“You’re sanctionition?!” I saw her eyes rake down my arm, falling upon the patch and resting there like she was hari dreaming, I moved my head slightly to catch her eyes again, but when she looked up her face was weary, she looked deathly tired,
“yeah, I’m sanctionition” I said, this girl did not look well, what happened, two detik yang lalu she was alert, on puncak, atas of her game,
“I have been looking for anda for 6 weeks” shit that’s a while,
“Well anda found us, how long have anda been walking?” I looked around for a vehicle, just to make sure, but I definitely couldn’t see one,
“About two weeks” I noticed the bags under her eyes for the first time; she looked like she’d been punched in both eyes repetitively,
“how long since you’ve slept” I urged, I could hear the concern in my voice, even though I hadn’t meant it to be there, there was just something about this girl, I couldn’t put my finger on it yet, and I was usually so good at picking people, she gave a weary laugh and shrugged,
“About nine days” I could tell she knew the selanjutnya pertanyaan before it even left my lips,
“How long since you’ve eaten” I raised my eyebrows, the pain in my side had almost dispersed and I slung my riffle back around so it hung across my back,
“about the same amount of time that I’ve been walking, I got jumped on the border, I ditched my car along with any food atau supplies that I had” yeah I could tell, she looked extremely malnourished , I wonder why I didn’t notice it before, maybe I was too busy with my own pain,
“okay, let’s get anda back to the house” I berkata as I retrieved my poor motorbike, it didn’t look to badly damaged, a few scratches, that were lost in the maze of all the other scratches, I steered towards her, and picked up on her limp as she walked to meet me,
“Are anda hurt?” I inquired,
“yeah, I got a nasty cut on my thigh and my arm” she held up her right arm as proof, displaying, what was clearly a deep gash that was quickly on its way to infection, I dreaded what we’d find when we took her pants of, she was luck she hadn’t gotten septicaemia yet,
“Come on, I’ll get anda somewhere safe” I swung my leg over the bike and kicked her into life, once she was safely on the back I started off down the road.
We were about half way there when I felt her start to slump on the back, when she didn’t straiten back up I pulled over, worried that she would fall off the side, I was right, just as I’d stopped she slipped, luckily I caught her, but she couldn’t ride on the back anymore. Half carrying her, I sat her on the bike in front of me, so I was cradling her in my arms, she couldn’t fall now, I know what it’s like when you’ve been running on empty for weeks, and the only thing that keeps anda going is the fact that you’re feet are used to the motion, once anda take that away, anda just collapse,
“What’s your name” I whispered, I barely heard her croak,
“Ella” over the roar of the engine.
Once we arrived at the bomb shelter she had completely bummed out, she was gone, I scooped her into my arms and bashed on the big metal door with my foot, she may have only been I tiny thing, but she was heavy. The slit opened and I could see a pair of familiar blue eyes staring at me,
“Will, open up!” I heard the huge door creak on its hinges as it swung open,
“whatya’ got there” will inquired, there would be time to explain later, but now I had to get her cleaned up,
“I gotta’ get her to Judy, just hold on”, I left him standing there gaping as I dashed down the concrete hall, the precious cargo in my arms feeling heavier and heavier with every step.
My bike was fast, it had had many upgrades since I found it, we have a real electronic wiz staying with us, Evan, he rigged the hole house (which is actually an old fallout shelter) with electricity and running water, which is a mean feet considering it’s about 12ft under solid concrete, but I will never stop thanking him, it’s incredible to be able to actually have a shower, a real shower! It’s a marvel we’re all still getting used to, anyway, Evan even installed a whole load of new things on my bike, things I probably didn’t need, but he felt that I did, considering how old the bike is, older than me, a lot older, it was running extremely well. I twisted around corners, pushing the limits, the speedometer crept past 80 as a rounded another corner.
I didn’t see it until it was too late, a piece of rope lying across the potholed and neglected road, it pulled taught in front of me and before I knew it I was flying through the air, that was the fun part, like I was a bird, soaring over the blacktop, the not so fun part was when I landed, falling heavily on my right side, I saw my bike fly past me and skid to a stop, narrowly missing my head, I had had the wind knocked out of my body, but I knew I had to move, with some difficulty I pulled myself to my feet, and yanked my semi automatic around from where it hung on my back, attached to a strap that was hooked around my chest, for easy maneuvering. I blinked through the blinding pain in my side to the figure standing before me, who had just emerged from behind a rundown car, it looked as though it had been burnt out in the fires, she had obviously used it as a pulley for the rope, she was wearing scuffed black jeans, army boots, a brown leather jaket that looked like it was too small, atau maybe it was supposed to be like that, her long midnight black hair fell over her shoulder, and she had bright inquisitive green eyes, not black, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t a demon,
“Who are you?” I exclaimed, then I thought for a second, if she was a demon she could lie, one way to be sure,
“Christo” She berkata strongly. Even though I knew there was no god and that there hadn’t been for quite a while, It still worked on brainless dumbass sons of bitches, when she didn’t filch atau even pindah I relaxed slightly, clasping my side to relive some pain, it was slowly passing though, I would be fine, I kept the barrel pointing towards her though, that’s when I noticed that she had cracked a smile,
“Who are you?” she asked me in a playful tone,
“koyle” I answered out of habit, I hadn’t quite gotten used to my new judul yet, I could tell she wasn’t a demon, but there were measures that had to be taken, releasing my side a grabbed my battered flask of holy water from the inside of my jacket, where it had been tucked neatly into my pocket, and handed to her,
“have a swig” I prompted, sighing she did, no steam, no burning, in that aspect she was clean, I took it back and slipped it back into my jacket, selanjutnya was the silver knife, the one every person in the sanctionition dreaded but it had become regular routine, the person would take the pisau and cut themselves on the back of their right hand, not deeply, but after anda did it a couple of times it really started to twinge, I now have a permanent cut on the back of my hand, but this girl, I saw, did not, I glanced down her left arm, she didn’t have the sanctionition band, could it be that she wasn’t santionition, that she’d never even been in a sanctionition house, if she hadn’t she would have no idea what to do with the silver knife, that was strictly sanctionition procedure. But before I could even take it out she had produced a flask of her own,
“have a swig" she said, mimicking my own voice, but with a much lebih girly effect, trying to be serious, and mostly trying not to copy her smug sigh I took It and drank screwing the lid back into place and handing it back to her, payback time, silver knife, I whipped it from the pocket of my jeans, she took a step back, obviously not certain on what I was doing,
“here, anda just, cut your hand” I ran the blade across my already sore cut then wiped it clean and handed to her, my hand was now throbbing painfully, this was a bad day, but I guess it hadn’t been my worst, I watched as she cut, drawing slightly lebih blood then me, she winced almost invisibly, but I still caught it, then handed it back, the tension was released, neither of us were demons, we could relax. She smiled at me,
“sorry about the rope, couldn’t take a chance, anda coulda’ been something coming to kill me” I nodded, I probably would have done the same thing, she added,
“How come anda were on a motorbike, I could hear anda coming a mile away”
“It’s the preferred form of transport for the santionition scouts, there quick, there small, easy to maneuver” her face lit up,
“You’re sanctionition?!” I saw her eyes rake down my arm, falling upon the patch and resting there like she was hari dreaming, I moved my head slightly to catch her eyes again, but when she looked up her face was weary, she looked deathly tired,
“yeah, I’m sanctionition” I said, this girl did not look well, what happened, two detik yang lalu she was alert, on puncak, atas of her game,
“I have been looking for anda for 6 weeks” shit that’s a while,
“Well anda found us, how long have anda been walking?” I looked around for a vehicle, just to make sure, but I definitely couldn’t see one,
“About two weeks” I noticed the bags under her eyes for the first time; she looked like she’d been punched in both eyes repetitively,
“how long since you’ve slept” I urged, I could hear the concern in my voice, even though I hadn’t meant it to be there, there was just something about this girl, I couldn’t put my finger on it yet, and I was usually so good at picking people, she gave a weary laugh and shrugged,
“About nine days” I could tell she knew the selanjutnya pertanyaan before it even left my lips,
“How long since you’ve eaten” I raised my eyebrows, the pain in my side had almost dispersed and I slung my riffle back around so it hung across my back,
“about the same amount of time that I’ve been walking, I got jumped on the border, I ditched my car along with any food atau supplies that I had” yeah I could tell, she looked extremely malnourished , I wonder why I didn’t notice it before, maybe I was too busy with my own pain,
“okay, let’s get anda back to the house” I berkata as I retrieved my poor motorbike, it didn’t look to badly damaged, a few scratches, that were lost in the maze of all the other scratches, I steered towards her, and picked up on her limp as she walked to meet me,
“Are anda hurt?” I inquired,
“yeah, I got a nasty cut on my thigh and my arm” she held up her right arm as proof, displaying, what was clearly a deep gash that was quickly on its way to infection, I dreaded what we’d find when we took her pants of, she was luck she hadn’t gotten septicaemia yet,
“Come on, I’ll get anda somewhere safe” I swung my leg over the bike and kicked her into life, once she was safely on the back I started off down the road.
We were about half way there when I felt her start to slump on the back, when she didn’t straiten back up I pulled over, worried that she would fall off the side, I was right, just as I’d stopped she slipped, luckily I caught her, but she couldn’t ride on the back anymore. Half carrying her, I sat her on the bike in front of me, so I was cradling her in my arms, she couldn’t fall now, I know what it’s like when you’ve been running on empty for weeks, and the only thing that keeps anda going is the fact that you’re feet are used to the motion, once anda take that away, anda just collapse,
“What’s your name” I whispered, I barely heard her croak,
“Ella” over the roar of the engine.
Once we arrived at the bomb shelter she had completely bummed out, she was gone, I scooped her into my arms and bashed on the big metal door with my foot, she may have only been I tiny thing, but she was heavy. The slit opened and I could see a pair of familiar blue eyes staring at me,
“Will, open up!” I heard the huge door creak on its hinges as it swung open,
“whatya’ got there” will inquired, there would be time to explain later, but now I had to get her cleaned up,
“I gotta’ get her to Judy, just hold on”, I left him standing there gaping as I dashed down the concrete hall, the precious cargo in my arms feeling heavier and heavier with every step.