Remember Me

〃2〃

Chapter Two

Cry gave the two a smile, and he see's that the man across from him, his cheeks go red for a second. Cry keeps smiling, turns to open the window next to him. "It was nice meeting you guys, dont ever let me see you again." and then, he jumps out the window, landing perfectly and starts running.

He didnt ride with other people. He was too well-known. Too many people knew who he was, so it was too dangerous for him to have a group. Not only was it dangerous for him, but it's dangerous for the people he might've been riding with.

If anybody found him, they'd kill him and his group.

So, he didn't put people in that situation. He didn't put himself in that situation, he was done with that.

There were military sections in some towns. Big ones, small ones. Cry was in the Capital, the biggest one, the first two years after the war. He trained and trained, and he was in the top ranks. But then he started going against the captains orders, and he left.

So now, instead of being a deadly soldier, and being in the top ranks, possibly a Captain, hes now one of the deadliest people on the planet. Does he like it? No. It means running and not being able to help people. It means being alone.

Cry's learned to deal with the loneliness, though.

Swedish. He couldnt have lived here before the war. And what about his girlfriend (?). She couldnt have been a stranger to the man. Strangers dont really help eachother these days.

He was handsome, to say the least. Sandy blonde hair, and the eyes. Looked younger, probably in his early twenties.

Cry stopped thinking, because holy shit, is that a deer? When was the last time Cry had food? Fresh meat? Cry and crouched down, pulling out his bow and hiding behind a tree. He looked around the tree, raised the bow and was about to let go the arrow, but a group of loud people came from across the street, laughing, scaring away the deer.

Fuck. Cry lowered the bow and arrow, sighing deeply. He stood up from his spot, put away the bow and leaned against the tree. He was about to sneak away, but then he heard a soft sweet voice, and a strong Swedish one.

Fuck.

"Lookie at what we 'ave here, boys," A voice yelled, somebody from the group. Cry looked around the tree and saw who it was. Once again, fuck.

The swede looked at the group, stood up straight, shoulders back, and pulled out a gun. What the fuck are you doing. One of the group members laughed, and said "Oh, c'mon, put the gun down."

He didnt put the fucking gun down.

This buff man came forward, and Cry knew who he was. Cry could feel him get more irritated the more the swede stood his ground. "Okay, I understand that. I'll give you a choice, you can choose. Put your gun down, and give us all of your stuff, or give us all your stuff and the girl." Frank, the group leader said, pulling out a gun and pointing at the girl Cry had met earlier.

Blondie didnt say anything, stood his ground, moved the girl behind him. Cry sighed, took out his pistol, walked out of his hiding spot. "Leave them alone," Cry says, raises his pistol at the guy on the right of Frank, shooting him in the head without looking. Cry stops walking once he's infront of the couple (?) and keeps the gun raised, pointing at Franks head. "I mean it."