A walkie talkie crackled by my side. "Damion to Charlie, the Crocs' truck is heading you're way. Make your mark."
"Sir, yes sir." I responded peering through the telescope of my sniper. At that moment a big white van with the Crocs' logo came speeding around the corner. It's Playtime. I aimed for the wheels of the stolen van. steady. steady steady. pull the trigger! NOW! My heart dropped. I had completely missed my target. Hyzen and Damion are going to murder me, I'd be lucky if the zombies got me before they did.
"Damn it!" I grabbed my bag of guns and started jumping city rooftops. Crap! Crap! I can't possibly catch up! Think. Think!! I looked over the rooftop and grinned. Telephone wires. If I die from this, I at least die crossing something off of my bucket list. I ran over the edge and grabbed a wire, cutting it with an eight inch bowie knife. Oh dear God. This was a terrible idea. I saw in slow motion a brick wall gradually coming closer and closer, but i knew in reality it was only a matter of two or three seconds that I would collide with it. Holy crap, this is going to hurt like a mo- SMACK! My bag of guns hit the wall and saved me from the impact, but the impact from the gun bag bounced me off the wall and back to my side where I unintentionally started sliding down the telephone wire. My arm was being graded like cheese until I hit the ground screaming. The blood from my arm was gushing out all over the place; medical attention was desperately needed unless I wanted it infected.
"Gaaaaaahhhh!! Mother! Fuuffffffffff!" I cradled my arm and rocked back and forth. The van's coming you idiot! Get up! It's only a little scrap! I tried to calm myself in my head. Yeah, it didn't work so well, but time wasn't exactly on my side either. I stumbled toward my bag that had fallen before me when I hit the wall and pulled out a firework missile along with a lighter. Thank goodness Kenny left these in my bag. The van was coming straight towards me; I had one knee on the ground as I aimed the firework towards the oncoming van. Oh wonderful. Another great idea of mine. This isn't going to end well. I flicked the lighter to ignite the end of the firework. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The missile flew straight forward hitting the front of the van causing it to catch on fire. The people in the flaming vehicle were jumping out for their dear lives. See I thought this was a great plan at first, but then I didn't exactly think things through. The only thing that gave my plan a doubt was that the van I just caught on fire, was still coming towards me. I had to think fast and list out all my options; considering that I was in an alley and there was nowhere to go, there was only one. I took a deep breath and at the last second before my guts got smashed in between the van and the wall I leaped up onto the hood of the car then to the top and rolled off, to be sure I didn't have any flames on me.
"Could've just shot the wheels and made things easier for you, Charlie." I slowly looked up and saw a very tall slim girl in my presence. She had skin lightly tanned skin that could compare to the color of a light cappuccino, I always thought it was the perfect color, and bright brown eyes that seemed to say "Hello how are you? My name is . .." Unfortunately for me she didn't have the same friendly look in her eyes she usually did. Hyzen folded her arms and tapped her foot, her everyday warm smile had turned into a frown of disappointment as she flipped a piece of light brown hair behind her shoulder. I shrugged.
"Wouldn't have been as much fun."
"Dear lord! Your arm! Charlie, you've got to be kidding me!" she grabbed my arm and started inspecting it.
"OW! Dude! You know that hurts!"
Damion came running toward the truck with a large fire extinguisher. His long legs made running look like sprinting. He was tall, really tall, in fact he was almost six foot, and had blue eyes and brown razor cut hair to top it all off. After he was done putting out the fire he ripped open the back doors of the van and screamed. Hyzen and I jumped in surprise.
"I freakin' knew it!!! They did take all the toilet paper and gummy worms from the store!" he yelled walking towards us.
"Are you freakin' kidding me?! I busted up my arm for toilet paper and gummy worms?! Damion, I thought you said that they had something important that we needed!"
"Yea, the gummy worms," he said as he ripped open a bag of them.
"Dude, I freakin' hate you so much right now." Of course. Leave it to the gummy worm loving idiot to ruin my day. Hyzen sighed and started picking up all my stuff.
"I suppose we head home now?" she asked
"No wait!," Damion ran and started high jacking all of the items in the van. I slapped my forehead and shook my head. That idiot.
"I'm not touching you! I'm not touching you! I'm not touching you!" The boys were sitting in the Lounge area of the building playing Monopoly when Kenny started poking the air around Tony's head. In doing that he accidently poked Tony in the eye.
"Cut it out you annoying piece of crap!" screamed Tony as he slapped Kenny's hands away.
"I'm sorry dude I didn't mean to poke you in the eye. Do you want me to get you an ice pack?" Tony was in Kenny's face glaring him straight in the eyes.
"You annoying piece of crap! If I was leader instead of Hunter I would lock you in the closet you disaster prone freak!" Tony was starting to scream to the top of his lungs. He never felt this angry in his life. Who does this freak think he is? He's nothing but trouble! Every time he does something it leads to disaster! His face started getting red, his hands turned into fist, and his teeth were clenching.
"Oh I'm a freak?! Look at you!" screamed Kenny. "It was an accident! Why do you take everything so seriously?!" Kenny was more than hurt, and to top it all off everything that Tony had said was true; making his insult hurt more than it should. Countless times Kenny had tried to do something thoughtful and nice but it all had ended in disaster. Soon after, he gave up and tried to sit in corners quietly to avoid disaster but then that also lead to disaster.
"That's it!" Tony yelled as he swung and punched Kenny in the face. Within seconds the two boys were going at it punching each other in the face and knocking over small tables and couches. They were getting into it so much that blood started shedding. Before you knew it Tony had Kenny pinned to the ground, and he was about the throw the hardest punch he had ever thrown in his life, until something swooshed past his face and hit the wall with a loud thud. All he could see in front of him was the long slim black body of an arrow that had blue feathers at the end. One of Hunter's arrows.
"Hey! Cut it out." Hunter lifted his bow again; his sea blue eyes were looking intensely at Tony.
"Hunter, dude, we were just having a bit of a tussle that's all," Tony shrugged his shoulders, and laced his fingers around the back of his head. Hunter spat in disgust.
"Yea, well then do you care to explain why Kenny is balled up on the floor all bloody? I bet you're probably going to say that he obviously lost the "tussle". Tony, I know you. Enough with your smart ass comments and replies. Go to your room and stay there till Charlie, Hyzen, and Damion get back, if you come out before then I won't miss." His Brooklyn accent rang out like no other.
Tony clenched his teeth and balled his hands into fists and stomped up the stairs. Though he never understood why he was always like this, angry all the time, angry at the world, angry at the damn zombie plague that took all of his beloveds, he knew that it would be the end of him. Poor old Tony, the first lost kid in the group to not get his bandana and first raiding at the age of twelve do to his lack of self control. Getting a bandana meant the world to him. A bandana meant that you were in charge of everyone, it meant that you were able to go on raids with all the older lost kids, it meant you got to go zombie hunting. Hunter and Kenny however got theirs straight off the bat. They didn't get to go with the older kids but they were still in charge of the rest of them. Kenny was too soft, klutzy and danger prone to be one of the head leaders of the younger lost kids. Hunter however, gets everything done. Everyone follows him, listens to him, and even (I guess in short term) admires him. He knows what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. Oh, how Tony envied him, his blue bandana and his skills.
Hunter approached Kenny cautiously, being sure that his friend knew that it wasn't Tony coming back to give him more bruises, and put a hand on his shoulder. Kenny turned his face and looked at Hunter showing him how bad his condition was.
"Julie! Get the first aid kit and a bag of ice," Hunter ordered his younger sister. She looked as if she almost had the same face as him, but had straight dark brown hair that went down to her shoulder blades instead of black wavy hair that hugged the face and went to the bottom of the neck like her brother.
"What's the magic word?" Julie put her hands behind her back and rocked from the back of her heels to the tip of her toes. Her eight year old cuteness could melt even the coldest person's heart. He sighed and rolled his eyes, "Please?"
"Okay, I'll go get it now!" she skipped along to the kitchen. Hunter felt a slight tug on his shirt.
"What do I do?" Willie asked. He hugged his teddy bear tight to him and looked at Hunter anxiously waiting for an answer. Willie was only six years old, the youngest of all the lost kids, and he was an exact replica of his older brother. Hunter put his hand on top of Willie's shark helmet. It was a really strange but cool looking helmet. The front had one of those shark faces you'd see on fighter pilot planes and to the top and side of it had rubber fins sticking out.
"How about you go tell Sandy and Stanny to come inside and get ready for dinner? We better get this place cleaned up before the older three get here."
"Okay," he replied with a smile and ran off.
The drive back to base wasn't very long, it took about forty minutes, but I never wanted to look out the windows of the car to see the scenery. It was just sad. It was sad how the world had come to a devastating stop or dead end, or perhaps it was truly the end of the world as we knew it. All this destruction because of the Hellbringers. Hellbringers are what we call them, they were just like zombies we see in the movies, but they weren't people with Hollywood effect makeup on them. They were the actual the dead corpses of our species that come back from dead to feast on flesh. I've seen it before, how someone had fallen behind and gotten bitten. The group tried to save the boy from turning in to one of the Hellbringers. Soon the boy was quite and calm and they thought they had finally saved him, yet the boy they had known had died hours before. He opened his eyes, started breathing and took a chunk out of his best friend's neck. His lover had ended it right then and there. Shot him right between the eyes and then did the same for his best friend. If you thought that was bad think of this; a person dies every thirteen seconds. So, then every thirteen seconds a new one was created. The disease for this spreads through almost anything, contaminated water, the cough of one who was bitten, touching a dead body, or even just being touched by one. The government tried to make a new vaccine that would fix this blunder they made. They brought in lost kids. Those were the unfortunate children who either got separated from their group, or their group was killed off by the Hellbringers. The government had done some gruesome test on those children. Sadly only three percent of the females had made it through the experiments. With that being said the other ninety-seven percent, which were all males, made it through. With the sacrifice of all those children they finally had their vaccine. However, the vaccine wasn't full proof. Some of the kids whom the vaccine were tested out on ended up with some weird deformation or animal like features. Many soon figured out that the vaccine only worked well on men and made the female's weaker and more susceptible to the outbreak. The U.S government was too desperate to care about how many women were going to be gone from the country. They had to do all they could to save the remainder of the country. Soon after the vaccine was handed out to the public the down fall came. The vaccine they had created hid a fatal error in it. It only worked for a limited amount of time, but our country was already in a depression and had no money to keep creating the vaccine. After that America was cut off. There was no export, import, flying, sailing, shipping, or trade with the other countries. People starved on the streets and after they died they were turned into Hellbringers. The worst part was that the population of woman declined and we couldn't even reproduce an efficient amount of children. The average amount of children that were born in a year was two hundred. We were living in a dying country full of rotting flesh eating invaders.
Flash backs started breaking their way through my sanity. I could feel each flash of memory pulse through my head with a sharp pain. It felt like being repeatly hit in the head from the inside with a brick. I writhed in pain and howled.
"Charlie!" screamed Damion "You're fine! Snap out of it!" I finally opened my eyes and realized that I had just made a complete idiot out of myself. He sighed, "We're finally home." Home for us was the abandoned army barracks that were left behind when everyone either evacuated or died out. Lucky for us the army had an abundant amount of funding, so the barracks were really nice. One building had at least six or seven rooms, each of them having their own bathroom, a kitchen, laundry room, and a wreck room. We decided to choose one barrack to live in and surrounded it with an eight foot tall barbed wired fence to keep out the Hellbringers. I had to admit, as horrible as it sounds, the entire base was pretty fun when you had it all to yourselves There's always something to do here, such as go to the bowling alley and play laser tag, or the rock climbing wall in the gym. Going out during the day was fine; you could still get attacked by at least one or two dead, but other than that you could basically just walk around them. The number one rule though was to come back before sunset, before the hoards of the dead come to search for something to fill their rotting stomachs. If there was a hoard during the day; it either meant that the hoard is migrating to find more food or that many people had died there causing the place to be a molting pot for the disease. One way or another, my advice would be, get out of there as soon as possible. I wiped my eyes and looked straight ahead as Damion was pulling into the driveway. Stanny and Sandy, our two lost twins, were opening the gates for us. They were really sweet kids, but they didn't say much. However, when one of them would actually say something, it was usually freaking hilarious. Their ethnicity was African American, like how mine was Thai/Laos Asian. Nobody really knows where they came from or how they came to be in such a horrible place. We've tried asking them, but I could understand why they wouldn't want to talk about painful memories. The only things we really knew about them is that they were ten years old. Surprising how they made it through when the world turned to shit, but then again, they were smart. They knew that getting attached to people could get you killed. All of us grabbed some of the stolen goods and brought them inside.
"Tony!" I yelled, "What the hell?!" I looked at him and back at Kenny. I was obviously very disappointed; I expected more from him. After all he was all about becoming the next leader after Hunter.
"What? Okay so I lost my temper! The little piece of screw up deserved it anyway!" Tony said folding his arms and pushing the front of his chair off the ground. We were in the kitchen getting ready for dinner. Hyzen and I had just finished the food and were getting ready to serve it, but we had to deal with this little conflict before eating our meal. The smell of the roasting meatloaf and creamy mash potatoes was wafting through the air. It smelled like heaven to me, since I hadn't had a thing to eat all day. I was getting quite irritated with Tony for holding me back from dinner.
"So what Tony? You slug him in the face! He said he was sorry! Look, I know you're angry but you can't go around punching people in the face because they push your buttons! As punishment, you're mopping and vacuuming this whole place spotless."
Tony's jaw dropped, his eyes looked at me with disbelief, and he almost fell out of his chair.
"You've got to be kidding me, you can't possibly be seri-" "Nope, sorry kid. You brought this on yourself. Now, go wash up! Everybody's ready to eat and you're the only one we're waiting on."
The dirty blonde hair kid looked at me with his confused brown eyes. It looked as if he didn't know whether to be angry or grateful that I actually didn't give him the usually punishment of bed without dinner. He quickly shook it off and ran up the stairs, to do as he was told. Hyzen turned around from and put her hands behind her on the edge of the sink and sighed.
"That kid needs some anger management classes," she said.
"How much you wanna bet he already got some but punched the instructor in the face."
"Charlie!" she laughed, "That's so mean!"
Kenny was snickering in the corner of the kitchen. His mood seemed to lighten up after hearing that. I felt bad for the kid, after getting attacked like that. It wasn't his fault he was a screw up. Things just seemed to never go his way, kinda like he was a bad luck charm.
"Yea, but it's probably true!" I laughed. I knew it was kind of mean, to pick on a kid that had problems, but he really needed to lighten up. All that kid could think about was being top dog of this group. He never really laughed, or smiled, or even played with the others. I've always hoped that one day, he could at least enjoy some of the childhood he had left. Tony was eleven and he would turn twelve next year. Meaning that he had a heavy load on him next him next year, and I wasn't even sure if he knew how much of a responsibility that was.
"I'll go get the kids!" said Hyzen looking at me. I nodded.
I grabbed the dishes from cabinet and started setting them on the table. I smiled Ten plates. It's almost like we have a little family. I really liked the thought of that. Even though I never really knew why. It seemed unreasonable to me that any fourteen year old like myself should have a family of her own at such a young age. I wasn't complaining; I knew I was blessed to have a family after the outbreak took my original one from me.
"Say, whad are ya' smilin'about?" asked Hunter. He was at least three inches away from my face, and always did this to get on my nerves. I pushed his face away and shrugged his hair.
"Nothing," I laughed "What about you?" Hunter pursed his lips, clicked his tongue, and grinned with his hands in his pockets.
"Nothing, you know same old stuff I always smile about."
"Oh, you feelin' the glory of your bad assery today?" I walked by and patted the side of his face as I was serving hungry children.
"Ah that wasn't bad assery. It's called putting a punk in his place. Who'd you hear that from anyway?"
"Kenny, he told me the whole story," I said as I was doing a head count and noticed a child was missing.
"Oh jeeze he didn't exaggerate it and make me sound like a hero, did he?" He scratched the back of his head and blushed.
"Mmhhm, you bet. Oh, Hunter can you find Willie and get some food in him?"
"Anything for you, Charlie," he clicked his tongue and winked as he left the room to find his brother. He returned about five minutes later frantically looking in all the small areas of the kitchen. Hunter turned to me and said that he couldn't find Willie for the life of him.
"Did you check the sugar cabinet above the fridge?" ask Damion as he walked in and took his seat. Hunter immediately climbed on top of the kitchen counters and then the fridge and opened the small cabinets. Sure enough the small boy was in there stuffing his face with sugar.
"Willie! What are you doin'? You're going to ruined your dinner and waste our supply!" Hunter dragged Willie out of the cabinets and carried him like a football to his seat.
"Is this all from a box?" Julie asked as she was poking her morsels with her fork.
"Hey kid, you know how hard it is to find good food? Just be happy that we found this a week before it expired," Hyzen said with a bit of sass in her voice.
Before you knew it everything started getting loud, kind of like how a teacher leaves the classroom for ten minutes. Plates were clattering, knives were stabbing food, and children were all scarfing down their food to fill their empty bellies. These kids were great. I loved them with all my heart, almost as if they were my own. They made me feel like I was alive after weeks of feeling dead. I felt like I was needed, like I actually had a purpose left in this damned place full of nothing but death all around. But these kids, they made you forget about that, and instead reminded you about what joys were left in the world and how the littlest things matter. I chuckled to myself as I took a sip of water. Julie. Man, that girl could find a small patch of pebbles and somehow find a way to name them all. Let alone the fact that she could play with them like dolls, but she would just be entertained for hours. Her little family of her and her brothers were full of nothing but brave and imaginative children. We found them with Kenny, who said he just got separated from his group. They were starving inside a small fortress made out of old cars and debris. God knows how long they've survived on their own. Tony on the other hand was by himself from the very beginning. By the time we found him, the kid was covered in blood and was beating hellbringers with an old rusty pipe. At one point he took a drum stick and jabbed it into one of their heads. I'm not going to lie, the kid was like a mini Rambo. The other two, Stanny and Sandy, were following us around for a good amount of time. If it weren't for Hyzen who snuck around to find out exactly who it was, I might've shot them.
After dinner we headed up to our rooms to clean ourselves up and get ready for bed. I walked into my room and found Hyzen looking at herself in the mirror; make up bag in hand. Her fingers were tracing the frame of her face in the reflection and her eyes looked empty. There was nothing to them, no emotion but pain. Her lip was quivering as she tried to hide it by biting it.
"You know, Charlie," she said in a soft quite voice. It was so faint and sad, almost like a ghost whispering in your ear. "I miss the days where I would wake up every morning and worry about stupid things, like how I would wear my make up that day, or who I would fall in love with. But now. Now it's not the same. We have to worry about surviving off what little this country has, whether we die today or tomorrow, or even having enough food. Worst of all, we hide it with smiles, and laughs, and games. This situation is hopeless. It's like we don't even care what state this country in. We just live in bliss, in this little safe haven of ours. I feel like I'm living under a rock."
I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorway frame. What she said was true. But what more could we do? How could we possibly just lay down and give up when we were still fully alive and ready to fight for it each and every day?
"Hyzen, I know we've lost too much, I know that we bit off more than we can chew when we took these kids in. But you can't think like that. Every day is a struggle, yes? If so, then there's something valuable in your life. If you really didn't want to live in this world anymore, you would have been gone a long time ago. But no, you've made it this far and you can keep going. It's only hopeless if you make it hopeless. We don't hide it with laughs and smiles, were just trying to remember all the little things that make life great. But hey, everybody gets in a down low sometimes. And that's alright."
She wiped the tears away from her eyes and smiled. "Yea, I guess. Hey by the way someone's waiting on the rooftop for you. Has been for a while now."
Hunter sat on the rooftop; he was hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees. He gazed over the area looking for something. Answers to the meaning of life? Nah, everybody knows that you only do that in the shower; which is probably why everyone takes such a long time. It was more that he was looking for something lost, or possibly something that he never had before. It was lost, but never found in the first place. Family, maybe, or was it that shoelace to that boot he found in the abandoned military base yesterday. It was probably the shoe lace; he did need a new pair of boots.
"Hey, what are you doing up here all by yourself?" I said as I sat right next to him. He hugged his knees and had a small smile on his face. He mumbled something but I didn't quite hear him.
"C'mon Hunter, you know that you can tell me anything." Hunter took a deep breath; it looked as if he was gathering up his courage.
"Charlie, what is like? What is it like to live, knowing that you can't possibly find a partner in life? I mean that's a big part of life right? Isn't the American dream to have two point five kids and live in a decent house with a dog running around in the yard?"
"Oh jeeze," I chuckled, "I just had a talk like this with Hyzen. It doesn't really bother me. I mean, it sounds nice to have a boyfriend and all but the times have changed. Besides, I'm not really girlfriend material."
He looked confused for a second, and then laughed. "So you're saying that guys don't like girls who swing in on telephone wires and save the day? I know a guy who would love a girl like that."
I shoved his shoulder and laughed, and then ruffled his hair. He was laughing so hard that he was wiping tears away from his sea blue eyes. The scatter of freckles across the bridge of his nose seemed to become more visible when he smiled like that. This kid could light up a room when he wanted to.
"Hey that reminds me, you're twelve years old and you've been taking up a lot. How about we have your first raid tomorrow?"
The boys face lit up like it was Christmas. "You serious?"
"No, I just told you that to crush your hopes and dreams."
"Yes! But wait. Who's going to watch the gang?"
"Kenny and Tony can duke it out."
Hunter took his thumb and rubbed the right corner of his lip, "I'll just put Kenny in charge, he's way better with the kids."
"Alrighty then, you should head to bed. We'll be leaving early in the morning."
We high fived and headed straight to bed.
The next morning we woke up bright and early and started packing our gear. Hunter wasn't too sure what he needed to pack, and I'm sure he would have packed the whole army unit if I hadn't stopped him. I told him all he needed was some water, a snack, and his bow and arrows, after that we had all the rest of the supplies in the Ford F250.
"Whoa," Hunter's jaw dropped as we pulled up to the abandoned city. It was run down, with vines and cracks running down the sides of the buildings, glass covered almost every inch of the ground, while the smell of rain and rust was in the air.
"Try not to make too much sound, just because it's day doesn't mean that there aren't Hellbringers out," said Damion as he was loading his gun.
"If you see one of them contact us through the walkie talkie, and whatever you do, don not! I repeat do not! Let them see you. Once they see you they'll call all of their buddies to eat you," Hyzen readied her bag and handed the kid a walkie talkie.
"Wait, you're telling me that these guys actually have a form of communication?"
"Yea, these guys are smarter than you think. Ever hear then scream for their friends? It sounds like a mix of a screeching stop of a train and someone being stabbed. Just be happy that they eventually rot themselves to death after a month," Damion gave the sea blue eyed kid a look, and it made Hunter swallow out of nervousness.
"Alright," I said, "Enough, stop scaring the kid. Hyzen and Damion, you cover the ground. Hunter and I will have your backs from the rooftops."
The two followed orders and searched the city's bare streets for any stores that had supplies. Hunter and I watched them from the rooftops and kept an eye out for Hellbringers. It was go time, as we searched for about two hours. In those two hours we had shot about eighteen Hellbringers, until we finally hit a store with supplies. We climbed down from the rooftops to meet them at the bottom.
"Did you do an area check?" I asked.
"Sure did, there's nothing," said Damion.
We went inside. It was a small grocery store with little to nothing inside. Some of the isles were turned over and canned goods along with other products were scattered across the floor.
"Well," Hyzen said, "It's better than nothing at all."
"Hyzen, are raid always like this?" Hunter looked at her with a concerned facial expression.
She simply sighed, and looked at him with a faint smile. "Yea buddy, it's hard to get the things we need now, be thankful we at least found some food to feed you guys." He looked at the over turned isles in the store and then at us.
"Well go ahead, look through everything. The first thing we need is food and water. After that you can look for the fun stuff." I said to him. I hoped this trip didn't break his spirits. He stayed at home and watched the younger ones most of the time. To be reminded of how the world really was must've been an eye opener.
We looked around a picked up about seven cans of canned corn, some toilet paper, meds, and matches. Clink. Clink. I looked over in the back corner of the small store and saw an over turned isle moving. It was hitting a pile of small cans. What the hell? I went over to investigate and lifted a corner of the isle. Then something grabbed my hand and screeched. It sounded like a mix of a train that had just stopped, and someone being stabbed.
"OH (place curse word of choice here)!" I screamed. The rotting hand wouldn't let go. It was nothing but bones and blackened flesh, and the smell was revolting. I could feel it's finger tips digging into my skin. I tried to reach for my gun but I panicked. The Hellbringer slowly pulled himself out revealing the front of his bloody face. There was no skin. It was just rotting muscle and empty eye sockets.
I opened my eyes and saw one of Hunter's blue arrows lodged in between the eyes of the sickly being. Damion pulled me up.
"Come on! We gotta get out of here! Fast!"
We sat right outside of our home. Hyzen and Damion were looking at my arm.
"Damn it Charlie! Your arm was already scrapped! How did this happen?!" Hyzen was interrogating me again. Damion started arguing with her about how it wasn't my fault. Then I looked at Hunter, and just then we both realized something. I could've died of a heart attack right then.
"Guys! Listen! Do you hear anything?" I asked.
They were both silent for a second. And then it hit them.
"Oh my God!" screamed Hyzen. We ran inside of the house. There were no children to be insight. Our house was ruined. Glass was broken, furniture was over turned, there was definitely a sign of struggle. Hunter ran outside to the back of the house and we hear him yell. No! Dear God, no! Please don't take him from me!
"Hunter!" I ran as quickly as I could to the back. All I saw was a van with the Crocs logo on it. It took off right as I opened the door. Hyzen and Damion were right behind me. I held my hands in fists.
"Guys. Pack your things, we're going croc hunting." I said.