heights

Callum

Its been a day. A day and I haven't moved from this place. A day and I have yet to even try to go look for her. A day. I look down at the ground where she used to sleep, a pile of blankets, sweaters and pillows. They used to be all neat like a real made bed, now they are all tossed, turned, wrinkled, and thrown as if a struggle had happened here. She used to be there. She was there when I went to sleep, then wasn't when I woke up.

I'm a horrible brother. I keep telling myself, what kind of brother doesn't hear when their little sister is taken by them in the middle of the night. What kind of brother doesn't hear the obvious struggle that took place.

I finally stand up, shaking and weak. Once on my feet, I look out at the city in ruins that used to be down town New York. My fists go tight when I see smoke from a distant fire.

She could be there I think to myself. Then without another second or thought I grab my supply bag and the assault rifle Clair and I had found in a police station before they showed up. I check my bag and find all the ammo still there, I quickly zip it back up and make my way down to the highway into the city by foot.

I hold the rifle at the ready, though I was 90% sure they didn't have any firearms, better safe then sorry. I weave in and out of the abandoned, rusted vehicles that line the highway. A graveyard. I keep my senses on high alert, my finger on the trigger, footsteps quick and gentle. My eyes straight ahead on my target. The abandon city of New York
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After walking for hours without a break I finally reach the edge of the city. I'm still on high alert waiting for a sound or a sent or someone to come into my view. After minutes of nothing but the noise of the wind, the sent of a far away fire and simply the ruins in my sight I take this as a sign that it's clear for me to go into the city.

I slowly and cautiously walk into the city, keeping to the middle of the street still having to avoid the rusted cars that couldn't possibly run, Clair and I tried once and it didn't even try to start.

Clair was my sister - is my sister. She's alive I know it, I can feel it. She was beautiful, only 13 years old, but beautiful. She had blonde golden hair that looked red in the right sun light. Her eyes were as green as emeralds. She was beautiful. She hated it when I said that. She said I made her blush, but with no one else to tell her that, it was my job to make sure she knew she was.

I got lost in my thoughts of Clair and where she could be and what they could have done to her I didn't even hear the footsteps behind me before it was too late.

With one split second I went from lost in my thoughts to high alert again upon hearing the shot of gun and hear the bullet wiz past me left ear.

Without a single thought or second guess I duck behind the nearest car to take cover, gun at the ready again. It goes silent. I close my eyes to listen closely. Nothing. Where did it come from? Who tried to shoot me? Did they have firearms?

"Who's there?!" I call out, but no response. I stay still and go silent again, listening. Senses on edge once again.

It stays silent for a while before I hear some feet shuffle towards me. I react quickly, move to the edge of the care and prop the gun up on the hood and pier through the scope at the figure that stands facing me. I put my gun down slowly with a frown and look at the figure.

It was a young boy, no older than Clair. He was holding his right side which was bleeding, and bleeding bad. It was a bullet wound. He looked up at me with a look of terror.

"I was going to warn you about the Takers.." He said before his knees gave out under him as he blacked out.

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Chapter one in my newest story! Please leave comments and vote!!. I love you all!