Frozen
Chapter Three:
“This is amazing,” Pressley smiled as she sat next to Lee by the fire. “We found survivors. I’m sure there are more out there, but this has been the first sign of life that we’ve seen besides us in eight months”
“Yeah before then it had just been our parents. I think the last time we saw more than ten people at a time was-
“Over a year ago, yeah I know what you mean. This is just, oh my God, Lee, there could be more people, and just think I mean if they survived out there then maybe-
“Pressley don’t start that shit again. It’s bad enough that Naomi still hopes, I don’t need to hear it from you.” Lee sighed as he stood up.
“But Lee, it’s possible. Look at them!” She shouted to Lee’s retreating back as she pointed the group of newcomers. Everyone looked up from their mug of hot chocolate and bowl of chili, and stared at the arguing couple. “Lee, they survived, so why couldn’t have-
“Because, Pressley, our parents are fucking dead. They left to get help and never came back!” Lee screamed as he got in Pressley’s face.
“But we never went to look for them, we just assumed they died,” Pressley sobbed.
“You want to go out and look for them? Why so you can end up like Lucas?” Lee shouted.
Tyler stood up from his chair. “Lee, calm down man. Just chill, Pressley was just talking, and besides we’re not supposed to bring up Lucas.”
“Why?” Lee screamed. “Because we’re all afraid Little Miss Naomi is going slice her wrists open!”
Everyone turned to look at a quietly sobbing Naomi as she cowered in the corner, staring into her mug.
“Um, guys, maybe we shouldn’t be discussing this,” Ella said quietly.
“No, Pressley brought up the topic, so I’m finishing it! Our parents are fucking dead and so is Luc-
Lee fell to the floor holding his bloody nose, as Naomi stood over him, breathing hard and crying, her fist still in the air from where her knuckles made contact with his nose. “Shut the fuck up, Lee. We’re all scared, we’re all hurt, and we’re all feeling bitter about our shitty lives, but that does not give you the right to talk shit about our loved ones.” Naomi hissed.
Lee sighed, “Shit, Naomi, I’m sorry-
“Fuck you, Lee. You can go to Hell!” She shouted before storming out of the room. She ran towards her father’s office and flipped on the light. She shut the door and went to sit down in the chair behind the desk. Although the world had entered an ice age, there were still quite a few areas that still had power. The asylum was one of those places; it also had a generator in case the power does get knocked out.
Naomi, opened her father’s laptop, and decided to listen to some music. She clicked on a playlist then went towards the fire place to start up a fire. The room was cold, and she could feel the frigid air through her woolen shirt and hoodie. She blew on her hands and rubbed them together to warm them up before going to sit back at the desk.
Seremedy played softly from the speakers as she closed her eyes and hugged her knees to her chest. She was alone now, and could cry as loudly as she wanted. The office was good two hundred feet away from the grand room, that and she had music on. No one would hear her crying for her father…or for Lucas.
Lucas was twenty years old when he died. He and Naomi had met each other, like the others, through their parents and quickly fell for one another. They had been dating for two years when the world decided to collapse. When their parents left in December, everyone had taken it very hard. Lucas felt bad because Naomi seemed to be affected by their departure the most. He decided to leave and search for them; he couldn’t stand to hear Naomi’s cries.
But he didn’t make it far. He slid on some ice and fell part way into a drift. His body twisted and he fell at an odd angle; he had broken his leg. The others had been in the grand room watching from out the window.
“I’ll go get him,” Naomi sighed as she ran from the room. She was no longer in sight when Tyler noticed that there were wolves outside, and they could smell the blood coming from Lucas. Naomi had just made it to the double doors of the asylum when the wolves attacked. She was frozen. She couldn’t move. All she could do was watch as the love of her life was eaten alive.
One of the wolves had looked up and locked its feral, yellow eyes on Naomi’s frightened brown ones. It charged through the door and tackled Naomi to the ground. It swiped its paw at her, catching her cheek and leaving a permanent scar. Before the animal could do anymore damage, Naomi managed to fumbled around until her hand found a piece of jagged glass.
She clutched it in her hand and brought it down in the wolf’s eye. The animal howled in pain and tried to shake its head to rid itself of the pain. As the wolf focused on its pain, Naomi got up on shaky knees, and brought the glass down again and again and again until the wolf lay on the ground in a bloody mess.
The others came racing down the stairs, and Kellin pulled a sobbing Naomi into his arms as Lee and Tyler went outside to get rid of the dead body.
“I’m so sorry, Lucas,” Naomi sighed as she stared into the fire.
It’s been eight months since his death, and to this day, she still blamed herself. If only she hadn’t cried so much. If only she had just buried the hurt deep inside of her. If only she had stopped him from leaving; surely there was something she could have done. But no, she had been selfish, and because of her selfishness, her boyfriend was dead.
“Yeah before then it had just been our parents. I think the last time we saw more than ten people at a time was-
“Over a year ago, yeah I know what you mean. This is just, oh my God, Lee, there could be more people, and just think I mean if they survived out there then maybe-
“Pressley don’t start that shit again. It’s bad enough that Naomi still hopes, I don’t need to hear it from you.” Lee sighed as he stood up.
“But Lee, it’s possible. Look at them!” She shouted to Lee’s retreating back as she pointed the group of newcomers. Everyone looked up from their mug of hot chocolate and bowl of chili, and stared at the arguing couple. “Lee, they survived, so why couldn’t have-
“Because, Pressley, our parents are fucking dead. They left to get help and never came back!” Lee screamed as he got in Pressley’s face.
“But we never went to look for them, we just assumed they died,” Pressley sobbed.
“You want to go out and look for them? Why so you can end up like Lucas?” Lee shouted.
Tyler stood up from his chair. “Lee, calm down man. Just chill, Pressley was just talking, and besides we’re not supposed to bring up Lucas.”
“Why?” Lee screamed. “Because we’re all afraid Little Miss Naomi is going slice her wrists open!”
Everyone turned to look at a quietly sobbing Naomi as she cowered in the corner, staring into her mug.
“Um, guys, maybe we shouldn’t be discussing this,” Ella said quietly.
“No, Pressley brought up the topic, so I’m finishing it! Our parents are fucking dead and so is Luc-
Lee fell to the floor holding his bloody nose, as Naomi stood over him, breathing hard and crying, her fist still in the air from where her knuckles made contact with his nose. “Shut the fuck up, Lee. We’re all scared, we’re all hurt, and we’re all feeling bitter about our shitty lives, but that does not give you the right to talk shit about our loved ones.” Naomi hissed.
Lee sighed, “Shit, Naomi, I’m sorry-
“Fuck you, Lee. You can go to Hell!” She shouted before storming out of the room. She ran towards her father’s office and flipped on the light. She shut the door and went to sit down in the chair behind the desk. Although the world had entered an ice age, there were still quite a few areas that still had power. The asylum was one of those places; it also had a generator in case the power does get knocked out.
Naomi, opened her father’s laptop, and decided to listen to some music. She clicked on a playlist then went towards the fire place to start up a fire. The room was cold, and she could feel the frigid air through her woolen shirt and hoodie. She blew on her hands and rubbed them together to warm them up before going to sit back at the desk.
Seremedy played softly from the speakers as she closed her eyes and hugged her knees to her chest. She was alone now, and could cry as loudly as she wanted. The office was good two hundred feet away from the grand room, that and she had music on. No one would hear her crying for her father…or for Lucas.
Lucas was twenty years old when he died. He and Naomi had met each other, like the others, through their parents and quickly fell for one another. They had been dating for two years when the world decided to collapse. When their parents left in December, everyone had taken it very hard. Lucas felt bad because Naomi seemed to be affected by their departure the most. He decided to leave and search for them; he couldn’t stand to hear Naomi’s cries.
But he didn’t make it far. He slid on some ice and fell part way into a drift. His body twisted and he fell at an odd angle; he had broken his leg. The others had been in the grand room watching from out the window.
“I’ll go get him,” Naomi sighed as she ran from the room. She was no longer in sight when Tyler noticed that there were wolves outside, and they could smell the blood coming from Lucas. Naomi had just made it to the double doors of the asylum when the wolves attacked. She was frozen. She couldn’t move. All she could do was watch as the love of her life was eaten alive.
One of the wolves had looked up and locked its feral, yellow eyes on Naomi’s frightened brown ones. It charged through the door and tackled Naomi to the ground. It swiped its paw at her, catching her cheek and leaving a permanent scar. Before the animal could do anymore damage, Naomi managed to fumbled around until her hand found a piece of jagged glass.
She clutched it in her hand and brought it down in the wolf’s eye. The animal howled in pain and tried to shake its head to rid itself of the pain. As the wolf focused on its pain, Naomi got up on shaky knees, and brought the glass down again and again and again until the wolf lay on the ground in a bloody mess.
The others came racing down the stairs, and Kellin pulled a sobbing Naomi into his arms as Lee and Tyler went outside to get rid of the dead body.
“I’m so sorry, Lucas,” Naomi sighed as she stared into the fire.
It’s been eight months since his death, and to this day, she still blamed herself. If only she hadn’t cried so much. If only she had just buried the hurt deep inside of her. If only she had stopped him from leaving; surely there was something she could have done. But no, she had been selfish, and because of her selfishness, her boyfriend was dead.
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