Kenopsia - Chapter 58: Chapter 58

I don't know if I should scream or cry right now.... I usually do both at the same time but currently I was just so dumbfounded.
"Oh come on this must be enough to make me be nice!"
This blonde chick can't leave me alone can she?
"Why did you follow me all the way back here?" I asked, the sun was setting and I was just tired, the rifle heavy in my hands. "I told you to leave."
"I brought a peace offering!" She did huh?
There was an angry croaking bag and the little on wheeled chicken coop from the farm house, she went back there and took the chickens and I suppose it is the rooster that is the one throwing a hissy-fit.
"You think you can buy my feelings with chickens?" I asked, I wanted chicken's ones but come on, the fucking coincidence of it all....
"Chickens and a rooster!" She held the angry bag up.
Her hands were covered in dirt and there was grass in her hair, a few superficial scratches, she must have took her time trying to hunt the rooster down.
"Look, I don't want others around, not even you."
"Come on... I don't want to be alone..."
"Sorry kid it is a no, stay in one of these houses if you want but leave me alone." I turned away, walking away and she didn't follow.
I almost froze at a sniffle but walked on, knowing my resolve would break otherwise.
"Did I make the right choice?" I felt like a monster.
I was sitting on my law chair on the rooftop, it was into the night but I couldn't sleep so I was staring at the sky next to the fire burning in the metal bin for heat.
I had a hoodie on in the night since wind was blowing slightly, making the temperature drop, Whiskers in my lap, purring as I pat him.
I felt horrible each time I chased someone away but it was a must.
"Fifteen." I whispered to anything that would listen to me.... Even I was eighteen, someone legally an adult.
She survived this long so she should be able to make it longer still, she has more years to live and doesn't seem as broken as I am.
I am a husk of myself, I long discovered that but she seemed to still lives to live and not just to survive.
I looked from the sky to my lap and Whiskers, rubbing him under his chin.
I frowned, cupping my face with a hand I leaned it in.
I tapped my pointer finger on temple, thinking deeply probably, it felt like my head was so full that it was empty, when faced with a filled fridge but find nothing to eat because what you truly want is not in there....
"Fuck it." I said, shifting Whiskers off my lap, for once the cat remained asleep as I place him on the chair, a true miracle.
I jogged down inside and felt along the walls to make it to the office.
I pulled on some shoes, kinda having only been in socks, they were thick and near to the heated metal, I tied them.
I dusted the cat fur of my black pants and grabbed a baseball cap I pulled on, pulling my hair through the back of it instead of using a hair-tie this time.
I grabbed a flashlight and my baseball bat on my way out of the school.
I shined the flashlight to the road but held my arm out next to me, husks can see, if one sneaks up on me it will try to grab at the moving light which is not where my body is.
My bat rested on my shoulder as my light and eyes swept up and down the roads as I neared where I left her.
I didn't want to yell out, not wanting to draw husks in, the silence of the night is louder then the silence of the day.
And that silence was as much my enemy as it was my friend.
Not only would husks hear me easier but I'd hear things easier too.... And I was hearing mumbling that couldn't be off husks.
"Hey." I whispered, trying to keep it down somewhat. "Someone's there?"
"You came back." I looked to my left, seeing the kid stumble up to her feet, having been behind a bin at the entrance for an ally.
"What have you done?" I asked, shining the light right in her face as I was seeing things.... No I wasn't.
There were chicken feather in her hair and on stuck to her skin, strings of what was probably glue dried here and there and making more mess stick to her hair.
"I-if you don't want people with you fine... I can be a chicken... You see?" She folded her hands up under her arms and did the imitation of a chicken like kids would before I watched her pull her hands from her now glued shirt and try to rub it off but make it worst, looking on the edge of a crying mess.
I sighed.
"You don't need to do any of this stupid shit." I grabbed the handle of the moving coop after handing her the light, not caring she'd dirty it up and waking the chickens in the process making them flap around a bit. "Grab the bagged bird, we need to get you cleaned off, glue can be a mess to get out."
"We? You mean you and I? Together?"
I sighed.
"Yeah, now move it before I leave you here.