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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 11 (v.1)

Submitted: December 18, 2012

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Submitted: December 18, 2012

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Chapter Eleven

 

 

 

We woke up, 5 o’clock as usual, but for Jamie, at 6. The little princess thinks she’s so much better than everyone else.

“Y’all ready?” Andrew looked each and every single one of us in the eyes. 

“I think so.” I nodded. A part of me wanted to smile, I was so excited to go out. Another part of me realized that Andrew hadn’t smiled since Skye had died. 

“But wait, like, aren’t we not ready, though?” Jamie whined, stomping her foot. I rolled my eyes. 

“Listen, Jamie, you can stay back here all alone if you’d like. We’re going up there.” I stared at her, unmoving. 

“So-rry. Jeez.” She smacked on her never-ending supply of gum and rolled her eyes. 

I wanted to punch her. She’s so obnoxious. 

We gathered our things, each got a gun from the closet, and began to climb up the stairs. I could tell Andrew was still a bit reluctant about the whole thing. 

“You okay?” I put an arm on his shoulder, cocking my head to one side. 

He shrugged, looking away from my eyes. 

“Andrew, are you alright?” I followed his eyes with mine. 

“Not really, but I’ve learned to lock feelings away. They only cause trouble.” 

I pressed my lips together, a habit I’d taken from Landon. I walked next to him, in front. I was eager to see what was beyond the doors, but I didn’t want to leave his side. He didn’t have anyone to be with him. Landon and Andrew had never been close friends; Landon only shared a close bond with Ashton and Jack. 

When we had gotten to the top of the second flight of stairs, my heart was in my throat. My fingers were shaking, knuckles white. 

Andrew punched in the different codes, checked out the peephole to make sure nothing was there, and unlocked everything. 

“Can I?” I smiled as Andrew reached for the handle. 

He nodded. My hand gripped the cold handle and twisted it, almost ready to jump back if anything came at me. I held my breath as I heard the click from the door. I pushed it open and light flooded in, stinging my eyes. Fresh air filled my lungs, wind blowing softly on my skin. 

And it was quiet.

So eerily quiet. 

There was only a distant, calm, crashing of waves. No hovering of cars, no sign of life anywhere. The houses seemed abandoned. The lights were on in some, off in others. There were cars in streets, stopped in awkward positions. Some were turned over, others on the sidewalk. Glass was broken in, blood stains on the now empty streets. The grass and plants had grown too much, vines now wrapping up and down the houses and running up and down the streets. 

This calm was something that belonged in the rural part of Free Eagle Country. Not suburban YI. The absolute silence sent shivers up and down my spine. I stepped out into the now cold, desolate wind. The one that no longer carried the scent of foods or the enchanting sounds of music. 

“What... what is this place?” Landon breathed, his eyes wide. 

I shook my head. There was no way this was home. No way. 

I was going to wake up soon. 

This was all a dream.

I ran my hand through my hair, shaking my head. 

“Let’s go look for more people.” Andrew sighed, heading to his front yard. 

 

“Hello? Anyone here?” I yelled through yet another house’s door. Number 224, to be exact. This one was closer to the beach, with what used to be beautiful flowers surrounding the entrance. 

It just barely cracked open, but that was enough to make us all jump back. 

“W-Who are you?” A small voice slipped through the crack. A brown eye poked out from the side of the door. It was a girl, with deep brown eyes, pale skin, and thin, brown, straight hair. “Is this a dream? Are you guys bots?” Her voice was quiet yet powerful. 

“N-No, we survived. May we come in?” I smiled warmly, trying to ensure her that we weren’t going to cause any harm. 

She opened the door just a little more, enough to get a good look at all of us. She was thin and tall. She was wearing a black hoodie, jean shorts, and black converse. 

“Come in,” She sighed in defeat, opening the door all the way. Her house seemed untouched, she must’ve been pretending that no one was home for the past two years. 

“So, um, did you see what happened?” Paul asked, taking a look at the family photos laying on the table to the side of the door. 

The girl nodded, taking the photo of what looked to be her and her dad when she had been smaller. 

“I’m Dana, by the way.” She leaned on the table and looked at Andrew, smiling. “The robots just took over the entire city, like an army. I guess that’s what you could call them. They just kinda stomped on anything and everything in their paths.” 

I sucked in some air, sitting down on the steps behind me. 

“What landing did you work in? I’ve never seen you at work.” Landon asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. 

“I used to work in the exports, you know, with all those itty-bitty boats.”She shrugged, putting some hair behind her ear. “I was there at the bonfire, I saw the fight.” She stared at Landon. 

Landon looked away sheepishly, embarrassed that even now people still remember it. 

“I think you beat the living hell out of my least favorite cousin, and that it was fucking awesome.” Dana laughed, clapping her hands together. 

“Wait, you’re Jack’s cousin?” I felt my eyes grow wide. 

“Yeah, he’s here, actually. He’s in his room, sleeping.” She motioned to the stairs. 

“Dana, who the hell are you talking to at this ungodly hour?” A groggy voice echoed from the top of the stairs. 

Jack stood on the top of the stairs in lacrosse shorts and nothing else. 

“Um, babe, your abs are showing,” Jamie giggled, biting her lip. 

“Jamie? Andrew?” He seemed as shocked as anyone would be, not seeing some of their friends for two years. “Hannah?” He smiled and bounded down the stairs towards us, picking me up in a hug. 

“Um, nice to see you too,” I smiled awkwardly, laughing. 

“Oh, Landon,” He set me down again, slowly. His smile was completely gone by now. 

“Hey, bud,” Landon was scratching the back of his head. 

“Um, haven’t seen you in a while,” Jack chuckled awkwardly. 

Landon nodded, pressing his lips together. 

“Um, are you just gonna leave me standing here without a hug or anything?” Jamie rolled her eyes, putting a hand on her hip. 

Jack smiled at her and picked her up in a bear hug. 

“Seriously guys, does there have to be that much noise?” A familiar voice echoed from atop the staircase.

“Ashton?” I smiled, feeling my lips slip into a smile. 

“Hey, lovergirl,” He grinned back at me, slipping his arms around my waist and pulling me into a tight hug. 

“Dude, how many times have I got to tell you?” Landon laughed.

“Landon!” Ashton smiled, hugging him as well. 

“Wait, where’s Skye?” Jack turned around, a puzzled look on his face. 

I stared at my feet, biting my lip. Landon looked away from Jack’s gaze, placing an arm around my waist. Jamie ran a hand through her hair. 

“She’s, um, gone.” Landon whispered. I felt my throat choke up and tears pull at my eyes. I was the one who found her, after all. Andrew blinked back tears and looked away, huffing out air. 

“Gone like left you guys?” Jack mumbled, unbelieving. Jamie wrapped an arm around his shoulders. 

“No, Jack. She’s gone gone. She committed suicide after the first year.” I sighed shakily. A tear slipped down my cheek as the memories flooded back from seeing her. 

“I’m gonna go to bed early...” Skye had mumbled, eyes wide. She had been sitting on the couch all day, and she hadn’t eaten. I knew something was wrong. Why hadn’t I stopped her? 

After an hour or two, I went to tell her that Paul and I were about to play. I knocked on the door twice, then let myself in. There she lay, cold and lifeless on the floor with an empty bottle of pain killers in her hand. In the other hand there was a pen, and on her bed there had been a note. ‘Sorry’ was written in shaky, blue letters across the paper. 

“Skye?! Skye! Wake up, hun, wake up!” I ran to her side, tears already streaming down my face. I knelt next to her, sobbing. “Skye, wake up! It’s okay, wake up! We need you, Skye!” I held her cold, limp hand in mine, squeezing it. Everyone came running. Andrew cried first, running to her side and shaking her with me. Jamie ran into the bathroom and threw up. Landon tried CPR and Paul felt for a pulse. 

“She won’t wake up,” I sobbed into Landon’s shoulder as he held me close. 

“I know, baby. I know.” 

 


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