Samantha
"What's her name?" I asked Damian. Somehow I knew Damian must know who she is.
"Who? That girl? Yeah forget it. She's outta your league."
"Name please?" I don't need Damian's words of encouragement right now. Sure she's outta my league, I mean look at her. But I can't give up like this cuz oh God just look at her.
"Samantha. She's a friend but I'm not introducing you to her."
"Who's asking you to?" I said and left, making my way towards her.
"Hi Samantha, I'm Alexis."
"Hi."
"Are you bloody insane?" Damian yelled at me.
"Yeah I am. I'm fucking nuts. But I'm doing this. You guys can leave but I'm going. I'm going to find her."
"Alexis please no. We have to stick together. We don't even know what that thing was. Or that if she's even.."
"Don't you dare say it. You hear me? She's alive. It's my parents who are dead. So is every adult in the world. I can't lose another person."
"So you'll abandon your lifelong friends for a girl you've known for just a few weeks? Is that it? And it's not just you who has just lost their parents." Adam said to me as he finished packing up ration for the three of us.
I didn't say anything. I couldn't actually. I just... left.
Damian is right. We don't know what did it. How, in the blink of an eye, the only human beings left alive were teenagers and kids. Adam's theory was brain frequency. That whatever tingling feeling we felt an hour ago wasn't ticklish to our parents, it was painful. Painful enough to kill them in an instant.
Adam and Damian were going east, towards City Hall. It's where the rescue camp is supposed to be if we heard the radio right.
I'm headed towards the opposite direction. I'm going to her house.
I don't know why I'm doing this. A day ago, I didn't even know if I loved her and right now, I don't care if I die trying to save someone I don't know is still alive or not.
I've already seen death. I've seen my mother fall on the kitchen floor lifeless as if someone suddenly pulled the plug off, waited for father to come home even though I deep down knew he won't. He must've been driving home when it happened.
From the window of my bedroom, I've seen a 5 year old being slaughtered by something none of us could see.
So yeah, I've seen a lot in the last sixty minutes of my life.
What I'm about to do is suicide and maybe that's why I am glad Damian and Adam didn't join me. I don't want to see anyone else die. Not Adam, not Damian and certainly not her.
