Alone

Chapter 2

I rise to my feet and turn in the direction in which the noise is coming from. I raise my gun in front of me, ready to shoot whatever or whoever comes near. Human or not, you cannot trust anyone anymore. You never know what people's real intentions are anymore, and just as the world went to shit so did the people who live in it.

I stand there waiting for the motorcycle to draw near so I can kill whoever is on it and get out of this hell hole. Not but only a moment later I see the metallic shine of a metal object coming closer. I cannot quite make out the figure due to the haze of the burning sun above but I can tell it is a man.

I hold my ground ready to shoot when the motorcycle is finally close enough to me. The motorcycle comes to a complete stop in front of me. I eye the lanky man suspiciously as he slowly steps over his set cushion. The man casually stands up from the vehicle with scowl etched on his face and aims a gun right back at me.

Now I'm not going to pretend that I didn't notice his face and his attractiveness and I'm sure as hell am not going to sugar coat anything, so I'm just going to say it. He was hot. He wore a dirty white t-shirt with a red flannel that had the sleeves torn off showing off his tanned skinned marked with black ink. It was clear he had gone through some shit just by the state of his clothing.

We stood there for a moment just staring at each other, sizing one another up.

It felt like hours had passed since either of us had moved. I was conflicted, I was in old western stand off with an opponent I had never faced before and didn't know what to expect. with a heavy sigh I spoke the first words between us.

"Who are you and where are you going," I said in the most authoritative voice I could muster, when I finally got the courage to speak.

He said nothing and only glared at me with his icy green eyes

I debated on whether or not to tell him the place I intended on go, but as I looked at both our guns pointed at each other I decided against it.

Seconds, minutes, what even feels like hours go by before I grow tired and utterly annoyed with this Juvenile showdown.

Maybe it was the sun's heat frying my brain, or maybe my patience growing thin, or the way I desperately wanted to be able to trust someone that made me lower my gun. I hesitated at first but slowly I drew it to my side in surrender.

The man didn't even flinch he kept his gun pointed directly between my eyes and I began to think I had made a very stupid decision. There was a fault in his stoic glare however, for only a fraction of a second the slightest hint of confusion crossed over his face.

"This is pointless, there is infected all around here if either one of us shoots each other that will just cause more attention and all of them will come here to follow the noise, and seeing as how much damn noise your rusty contraption has already made it won't be long before they come here anyways." I said in attempt to get him to lower his gun as well.

I see the wheels turning as he Debates in his head whether to trust me or not. He lets out a huff of annoyance and lowers the gun.

"Shit, just go before we both become some corpses dinner," His low , raspy voice rings out.

His face is still contorted in an angry frown as we continue to glare at each other.

"Great so you attract all the infected here, with with the loudest damn motorcycle on earth, then decide so mercifully not to shoot me, yet I'm still screwed anyways; my hero," the sarcasm dripping off my tongue like venom.

"Not my problem love," he shrugs indifferent from the fact that I will most likely die out here.

Rage bubbles under my skin and fire fills my veins as I take a step forward, aggressively pointing my finger at him.