Don't Look

I left my makeshift home and made my way down the snow filled forest. The only sounds were my own breaths and the crunch beneath my boots. I look up and watched the light dance between the tree branches, it was peaceful. It always confused me as to why we run and live our lives in fear.

If we cant see them, they cant see us.

It's such a simple concept, one that we just need to follow and there's hardly any trouble. At least that's how I see it, I never had a trouble with monsters. It's almost like they avoid me, that doesn't bother me though, im always alone and I feel like thats how im meant to be.

After a handful of hours of walking, I made it to the small town that was close. The buildings and cars covered in snow, I could see the larger footprints and hands drag marks going across the street going to each and every building. As I past a building I notice there's a window that wasn't broken before and I noticed that there was a splash of blood across the inside floor. It still looked fresh. It's only noon, I still have plenty of time to find some supplies.  As I travel from building to building I find small things to take with me. Most days I ignore the furniture and just search for food that I didn't find yet or what the dead people leave. Though the thought of a cat made me realize that I need more things if I want it to be comfy and stay. My room isn't in good shape, perhaps I should grab some things from there too.

"Did you hear that??" A deep voice echoed from the store I was in. F.u.c.k I zoned out, I should have been listening better. I quickly look around and find a counter to hide under, the sound of footsteps getting closer. It sounds like a group, f.u.c.k stay calm. Breath. If I can't see them, they cant see me.

My eyes want to close but I fight to keep them open, I quickly pull out a dull hunting knife from my pocket and hold it tightly. The steps seem to get closer and closer before they stop, i'm almost certain they can hear my heart beating. Suddenly the shop goes quite, I hear them breathing heavily as they stand on the other side of the counter.

"...Those sons of bitches dont move during the day right?" A man asks, his words having a tang to them.

"Course not. Don't be an ijit." The other man responds, his words almost hard to understand because of that damn tang. "They dont mov' durin the day. Just at nigh, when its hard to keep ya eyes closed when ya hear somethin." He starts to move away, to one of the shelves before knocking it over.

My heart stops as I clutch the knife closer. I hear them grab a few things tossing them around before they finally left. I stare at the wall in front of me before slowly getting out and peeking over the counter. Seeing the area clear, I slowly move around the corner and quickly begin to grab whatever those idiots left. A handful of cans I would read what they said but I can't read. Some of them were red, some didn't even have the labels on them. After what seemed like an hour I snuck out the back way moving through the trash and snow filled alleyway. Making my to the other side of town I stopped in a store that seemed to be filled with toys but in weird shapes and some squeak! I like the ones that squeak. I move my way to the back where all the weird soft beds are. Looking through them all I find one hidden that looks like I could fit in, so I grab it and grab a smaller one for my kitty friend that I find eventually and a few bowls and squeak balls before I begin the track back home. Though by the time I'm half way home, the sun is hitting the horizon, panic begins to fill my veins as the light cast a long shadow on me. The faster I walk the more the shadow got longer, it isn't long until it seems to turn into the a shape I can't remember where I saw it but it makes me scared. Long and lanky, the elbows sharp and the spine hunch. As I make it back to my room I stare at the where the face would be, I stare until it begins to hurt, my heart racing to the point where breathing hurts then big white eyes open and look at me.

 When I open my eyes again theres a fire in the middle of my room, a figure sitting there with it's back to me. I'm laying in the large weird square bed, the pillows under my head and blankets covering me. My heart stops as all I can do is stare, as quietly I could I moved and pulled the knife out. There was a loud sound, almost like a branch snapping from behind me which caused the figure to turn around and look at me.

We both look into each others eyes, his light blue eyes staring into mine. He looked young, not young like a child but like an a.d.u.l.t. That's how to describe it isn't it?  You're either a child or an a.d.u.l.t….right? His face was rectangular, his nose was slightly crooked. He had short messy sandy blonde hair, as he quickly moved to his feet I could see he was tall. His coats looked almost newer, though as he moved I noticed he had one of those things I think others call a gun on his hip.

 I scrambled out of the bed and moved so my back was against the wall, holding up the knife even though I was shaking. Seeing me move he quickly took a few steps back holding both if his hands up.

 "H-hold on now! Let's not be to hasty!" He said as he gave a shaky smile. "What is it? Is it the gun?" He asked.

 I nod before thrusting my head to the side in hope he understands to slide it away. He stares at me confused so I repeat the motion a couple more times before his eyes go wide and he slowly pulls it out and put it down, sliding it away with his feet.

 "See? I'm not going to hurt you, I guess I should introduce my self. My name is Issac Tripult. What's your name?"

 I stare at him as I slowly lower my knife and put it down, my head tilting to the side.

 "Come now… you must have a name, correct?" He gave a smile as he slowly took a couple of steps to me. Now I could hear that his voice didn't have a tang like the other two.

 After a handful of moments of silence, the only sound coming from our breathing and the fire. I open my mouth before I quickly shut it and looked to the floor.

 "You can talk right?" It was more of a concerned tone but also confused. Do others usually talk to each other?

"...K….Ki….Da." My voice doesn't sound as good as his. It was almost a whisper, if that but also scratchy. I never talk, it's always just me why would I need to?

 He stares at me a moment before he slowly walks over and sits down in front of me as he slides the knife away. "Why dont you sit? You just woke up so you shouldn't be standing."

 I look down at him before slowly sitting, staring into his eyes as I hold onto the front of my jacket.

 "Well… Kida, it's very nice to meet you." He smiled as he got comfortable sitting. " I suppose I should explain. When I was in town earlier I got into a bit of a fiasco with two gentlemen who seem to live nearby. Though they heard a noise and went to investigate.  While they left I ran to hide across town. Once I felt it was safe enough I started to leave though I happened to see you walking by. Now, generally I don't follow anyone… I didn't know if you were alone or in a group. I figured it would be my best chance to at least to not be alone for a hour or so. So I followed you back, though when I made it here I saw you staring at the floor before you collapsed." He looked at me worried before tilted his head back to look at the ceiling.

"So I brought you inside and set you up since I wasn't sure on what else to do. I was going to leave but the sun had set and I have better luck waiting out the night here rather than testing faith." His eyes fell shut as he finished talking.

I stared at him a moment before I leaned closer and poked his cheek. He looked at me and smiled softly before he sat back up straight and looked at me.

 "What about you? What's your story, Kida?"

I stare at him a moment before shaking my head as I look down at my feet. He kept staring before I shrugged.

 "D...Do...nt… kn..ow" I force out before I stand up and move back to my new bed and sat on it. It was softer than the floor and warmer. I began to pull out the cans from my bag and sat them down in front of me for him to grab one if he wanted it. He looked at me confused before I grabbed the one with the label and rolled it over.

 "Thank you. What do you mean you don't know? You dont remember anything?" He asked as he picked up the can and looked at me for my response. Once I shook my head no he looked down at the can and looked shocked.

 "Kida, this is dog food! Have you been eating these??" He looked up alarmed as he scooted his way over and looked over the rest of the cans. I tilted my head to the side and looked at him confused. Dog food? Is that what that can says? Dogs are the ones with all the fluff right? Woof? I don't like this, I never had a problem with the cans before. Now he's moving the cans away??? I don't know how I feel about him, he seems different then the others out there but… he's still a other. How long until he left and died or he tried hurting me for my stuff. I look down at the cans before looking up at him with a glare. He was still preoccupied with the cans in front of him, so I quickly grabbed one from my bag and tackled him to the ground. The can went up and crashed down against the side of his head with a loud thunk sound.

 I won't die! I WON'T DIE BECAUSE OF AN OTHER!!! I WONT LET HIM HAVE THAT CHANCE!!

 My mind screams at me but my heart hurts as I lift the can above my head again. I look down at him and notice he looked at me through one eye, the other one shut tight as there was a cut from the can that curved from under his eye to his temple.

 "Kida… Kida I'm begging you don't do this. You dont have to do this. I'm not here to hurt you. I know how most of the others like me, like you, seem to just want to hurt each other. I get it. You've been alone for so long. I don't blame you for this. I want to honestly help you, I'm tired of being alone too. " He tried to open his other eye but it seemed it just wanted to stay shut. His one open eye stared at me with such… such… something… it was a strong emotion I don't know the name of.

 "Kida… I promise. " He got out even softer as he slowly reached up to grab my arm. I could hear my heart in my ears, it was so loud now. Everything hurt, something loud snapped outside my room which caused me to jump. My arm swinging down and a thunk echoed through the room as my world went black again.

 Were there really good others? People who are nice and want the best for each other? Most others want to be the ones who survive and be the best. A few I have meant before tried doing things to me, others tried killing me. I just wanted to live peacefully… just like I always have… alone like I'm meant to be.

As the two laid on the ground Issac knocked out due to a can of peas, and Kida was down due to much excitement. Neither one of them was able to see the monster seemingly come out of the tree in front of the house. Or how it came in and moved Kida to her bed and tucked her in before it dragged Issac to the closet and left him in there before it left back outside to watch over the sleeping girl.