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Authors: Michael McManamon
Tags: post apocalyptic
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a bunch of creatures come out and attack him.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued on his way.
*
Though Adam's focus was on finding Jane, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering.
The guilt he felt toward not helping Jane when he had had the chance played heavily on him. It didn't matter that she had pleaded with him to let her work it out on her own . He should have talked to her more. Should have told the others.
Then there was Claire. He liked her a lot. And now he knew that she liked him.
But he also knew that he'd have to take it slow. All of the stuff that had happened to her since the world changed wouldn't be easy for her to deal with. It would take time.
He only hoped that the same thing that happened to Jane wouldn't happen to Claire . Don’t let it build up, Claire , he thought . Don’t lose your mind.
He wouldn't let it , he told himself . He'd make sure she was okay.
Shelly popped into his thoughts as well. The young girl had been such a great friend to him. So helpful. So intelligent. He couldn't imagine having done any of this without her. And while he knew that there were times when he didn't have a clue as what they were supposed to do, he hoped that she felt the same way about him.
He remembered their time together in the house in the city, trying on those fancy clothes, dancing. He thought about how happy she had been on her bike as they rode along the country roads. How sad she had been when they had left Woody behind in his house. There were all of the horrible things that had happened to her as well, but he tried to push those out of his mind.
Then there were Charles and Robert. The old man was funny, liked to tell stories, seemed like a good guy. The little boy was inquisitive, and so brave with how he dealt with everything. Adam couldn't imagine how he would have dealt with all of this at such a young age.
Images of them all swirled through his mind.
Then he tripped.
*
He hadn't seen the root of the tree. Which wasn't a good thing. He should have been paying attention to what was happening around him. Been staying alert.
As it was, he dropped to the ground, his gun flying out in front of him.
He quickly grabbed at it and listened to hear if anything had heard him. His head shot from side to side, looking for any sign of danger.
Nothing. Not even wind rustling the leaves. Everything was silent. Unmoving.
He pushed himself to his feet.
He could see that the palms of his hands were scratched, though it wasn't anything to worry about. He wiped them off on his pants.
Next, he noticed the water bottle. It was lying on the ground, the cap popped off. Water was spilling onto the soil.
Damn , he thought.
He rushed over and picked it up. There was a little water left, which he drank.
After a quick check to make sure that he actually was okay, he threw the bottle to the ground and continued on his way.
*
There was no sign of Jane anywhere. At least, not that he could see. He was sure that a tracker would be able to find something to help, but he wasn't trained in that type of thing . He'd have to try something different.
He thought about calling out to her . But what if the creatures were around?
He decided that it didn't matter . If he was going to find Jane, it’s what he needed to d o .
He made sure that his shotgun was ready in his hands. Then he took a deep breath.
"JANE!" he called out.
His voice reverberated through the woods. It wasn't so much that he heard an echo, but he could make out his voice as it made its way through the trees.
He waited for a reply. Then he called out again.
"JAAANNNNEEE!"
Though he hoped Jane would reply, he kept expecting to hear something from one of the creatures instead.
There was no response from anyone.
He lowered the gun and kept going.
*
It wasn't long before Adam questioned what he was doing. He kne w wh y he was doing it, but he wasn't sure that it made all that much sense to keep
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued on his way.
*
Though Adam's focus was on finding Jane, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering.
The guilt he felt toward not helping Jane when he had had the chance played heavily on him. It didn't matter that she had pleaded with him to let her work it out on her own . He should have talked to her more. Should have told the others.
Then there was Claire. He liked her a lot. And now he knew that she liked him.
But he also knew that he'd have to take it slow. All of the stuff that had happened to her since the world changed wouldn't be easy for her to deal with. It would take time.
He only hoped that the same thing that happened to Jane wouldn't happen to Claire . Don’t let it build up, Claire , he thought . Don’t lose your mind.
He wouldn't let it , he told himself . He'd make sure she was okay.
Shelly popped into his thoughts as well. The young girl had been such a great friend to him. So helpful. So intelligent. He couldn't imagine having done any of this without her. And while he knew that there were times when he didn't have a clue as what they were supposed to do, he hoped that she felt the same way about him.
He remembered their time together in the house in the city, trying on those fancy clothes, dancing. He thought about how happy she had been on her bike as they rode along the country roads. How sad she had been when they had left Woody behind in his house. There were all of the horrible things that had happened to her as well, but he tried to push those out of his mind.
Then there were Charles and Robert. The old man was funny, liked to tell stories, seemed like a good guy. The little boy was inquisitive, and so brave with how he dealt with everything. Adam couldn't imagine how he would have dealt with all of this at such a young age.
Images of them all swirled through his mind.
Then he tripped.
*
He hadn't seen the root of the tree. Which wasn't a good thing. He should have been paying attention to what was happening around him. Been staying alert.
As it was, he dropped to the ground, his gun flying out in front of him.
He quickly grabbed at it and listened to hear if anything had heard him. His head shot from side to side, looking for any sign of danger.
Nothing. Not even wind rustling the leaves. Everything was silent. Unmoving.
He pushed himself to his feet.
He could see that the palms of his hands were scratched, though it wasn't anything to worry about. He wiped them off on his pants.
Next, he noticed the water bottle. It was lying on the ground, the cap popped off. Water was spilling onto the soil.
Damn , he thought.
He rushed over and picked it up. There was a little water left, which he drank.
After a quick check to make sure that he actually was okay, he threw the bottle to the ground and continued on his way.
*
There was no sign of Jane anywhere. At least, not that he could see. He was sure that a tracker would be able to find something to help, but he wasn't trained in that type of thing . He'd have to try something different.
He thought about calling out to her . But what if the creatures were around?
He decided that it didn't matter . If he was going to find Jane, it’s what he needed to d o .
He made sure that his shotgun was ready in his hands. Then he took a deep breath.
"JANE!" he called out.
His voice reverberated through the woods. It wasn't so much that he heard an echo, but he could make out his voice as it made its way through the trees.
He waited for a reply. Then he called out again.
"JAAANNNNEEE!"
Though he hoped Jane would reply, he kept expecting to hear something from one of the creatures instead.
There was no response from anyone.
He lowered the gun and kept going.
*
It wasn't long before Adam questioned what he was doing. He kne w wh y he was doing it, but he wasn't sure that it made all that much sense to keep
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