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Authors: Kellee L. Greene
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that would be better and more filling than wild spinach.
One of the houses had to have something. Anything. And if we couldn’t find food or water, maybe we could find a car with a full tank of gas. Then we could just drive until we found something.
We started walking down the road and carefully went inside the first house on the first block we came upon. It had been completely stripped of anything that might have been useful. There wasn’t anything left inside, those who’d come through had even destroyed the furniture.
“Not even a pot,” I said opening the kitchen cabinets.
“Come on,” Penn said throwing a piece of wood from the counter onto the floor. “There are other houses.”
“What if they are all like this?” Sienna said hugging herself as if she was cold.
We left and continued walking down the block checking houses. With each one we got more and more discouraged. Our feet moved slower as we made our way through the neighborhood having found nothing we could use.
At the very least we’d be able to find a shelter, but we needed food and water. We really needed water. With all the walking we did, it didn’t take long to feel in my mouth and throat how badly we needed the water.
“I’m so tired,” Sienna said hanging her head forward.
“Me too,” Alice mumbled as if she was afraid her opinion wouldn’t matter. I glanced at her at the same time Carter did and I wondered if he noticed that she looked even more pale. He probably noticed every change even before I did, since he knew her far better than I.
Penn nodded and instead of turning towards the next closest house, he pointed to a house down the road. It was a bit separated from the city and surrounded by mostly dead trees and shrubbery.
“That one… over there,” Penn said as he turned to lead the way. He climbed up the steps to the two-story house and looked around the area before he opened the creaky door.
“Why are you picking the haunted one?” I said trying to make a joke, but the house did have a somewhat eerie feeling.
“Because no one else is going to go to the haunted house,” Penn said with a half-smile.
The house was encircled by the trees but they didn’t provide much cover. If they’d been covered in green leaves, it would have been much more isolated. It would have been nicer to find somewhere more hidden because even though we hadn’t seen the road pirates, or resistance, that didn’t mean they weren’t around. We couldn’t afford to let our guard down.
I stepped inside the house after Penn and Dean. At first glance I could tell the house had been gone through, but it wasn’t in quite the same condition the others had been in. Cabinet doors hadn’t been ripped off their hinges and the owner’s personal effects hadn’t been strewn about.
It seemed as though most of the furniture had been taken, although the sofa remained. Whoever took them didn’t want to bother carrying or hauling a large sofa. I wondered how close whoever had taken them was. Maybe they were just down the road in a house we hadn’t gone inside, but maybe they were miles and miles away.
Dean, Penn and I looked upstairs while the others remained on the first floor. They were looking through the kitchen for things we could use while we continued through the house making sure it was empty.
There were two bedrooms upstairs. In the first there was a child’s dresser, each drawer had been opened, and the clothing scattered around. The sheets had been pulled off of the mattress that was hanging halfway off of the box-spring.
In the next room the mattress was laying on the floor near the door. It appeared as though someone had tried to take it, but they gave up when it was either too heavy or they were having too much trouble getting it out of the bedroom door.
“Help me with this,” Penn said, and Dean helped him put the mattress back on top of the box-spring.
“Why bother?” I said shrugging as I looked inside the dresser doors.
One of the houses had to have something. Anything. And if we couldn’t find food or water, maybe we could find a car with a full tank of gas. Then we could just drive until we found something.
We started walking down the road and carefully went inside the first house on the first block we came upon. It had been completely stripped of anything that might have been useful. There wasn’t anything left inside, those who’d come through had even destroyed the furniture.
“Not even a pot,” I said opening the kitchen cabinets.
“Come on,” Penn said throwing a piece of wood from the counter onto the floor. “There are other houses.”
“What if they are all like this?” Sienna said hugging herself as if she was cold.
We left and continued walking down the block checking houses. With each one we got more and more discouraged. Our feet moved slower as we made our way through the neighborhood having found nothing we could use.
At the very least we’d be able to find a shelter, but we needed food and water. We really needed water. With all the walking we did, it didn’t take long to feel in my mouth and throat how badly we needed the water.
“I’m so tired,” Sienna said hanging her head forward.
“Me too,” Alice mumbled as if she was afraid her opinion wouldn’t matter. I glanced at her at the same time Carter did and I wondered if he noticed that she looked even more pale. He probably noticed every change even before I did, since he knew her far better than I.
Penn nodded and instead of turning towards the next closest house, he pointed to a house down the road. It was a bit separated from the city and surrounded by mostly dead trees and shrubbery.
“That one… over there,” Penn said as he turned to lead the way. He climbed up the steps to the two-story house and looked around the area before he opened the creaky door.
“Why are you picking the haunted one?” I said trying to make a joke, but the house did have a somewhat eerie feeling.
“Because no one else is going to go to the haunted house,” Penn said with a half-smile.
The house was encircled by the trees but they didn’t provide much cover. If they’d been covered in green leaves, it would have been much more isolated. It would have been nicer to find somewhere more hidden because even though we hadn’t seen the road pirates, or resistance, that didn’t mean they weren’t around. We couldn’t afford to let our guard down.
I stepped inside the house after Penn and Dean. At first glance I could tell the house had been gone through, but it wasn’t in quite the same condition the others had been in. Cabinet doors hadn’t been ripped off their hinges and the owner’s personal effects hadn’t been strewn about.
It seemed as though most of the furniture had been taken, although the sofa remained. Whoever took them didn’t want to bother carrying or hauling a large sofa. I wondered how close whoever had taken them was. Maybe they were just down the road in a house we hadn’t gone inside, but maybe they were miles and miles away.
Dean, Penn and I looked upstairs while the others remained on the first floor. They were looking through the kitchen for things we could use while we continued through the house making sure it was empty.
There were two bedrooms upstairs. In the first there was a child’s dresser, each drawer had been opened, and the clothing scattered around. The sheets had been pulled off of the mattress that was hanging halfway off of the box-spring.
In the next room the mattress was laying on the floor near the door. It appeared as though someone had tried to take it, but they gave up when it was either too heavy or they were having too much trouble getting it out of the bedroom door.
“Help me with this,” Penn said, and Dean helped him put the mattress back on top of the box-spring.
“Why bother?” I said shrugging as I looked inside the dresser doors.
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