The end of the world

Chapter Fourteen

Enemies

"Will you hold the line

When every one of them has given up and given in? Tell me

In this house of mine

Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost, tell me

Will the stars align?"-Imagine Dragons

It's been four weeks since we ran into that group that tried to pull one over on me. A couple days after we took shelter at that abandoned warehouse, they started to shoot the place up, ending in Cora getting a bullet wound to the leg.

Miguel's head still has a scab from his head wound, but other than that he's been recovering well.

Lilley's ankle is still healing from her cut. She can't run without help, just like Cora now. Both of them are trying to pull their weight. But it's kind of hard with both of them having a leg, or foot wound. They're also slowing us down. If we find ourselves in a horrible situation, like when we got cornered with the undead before those people decided to shoot up the alley.

If they didn't do that then I probably wouldn't be alive right now, and walking. But they only saved me to bring on their own hell. They caused Miguel enough pain as it is, why do they have to cause more? That's a question I dont have the answer to. And I don't like it when I don't have answers to problems.

I especially don't like problems I can't fix. They piss me off.

As long as we keep walking, going farther to try to lose them, we might survive this. But I can't tell them about us not surviving these horrible people, that will just cause panic.

Panic is something I do not need.

Being the one that basically leads this group, I need to make sure that no panic ensues. I'm already worried enough, I don't need anymore worry to add on top. Yes, Miguel has told me multiple times to let him in on my feelings.

But I just can't do that.

I'm the strong one in this group. I have to keep it that way. When I tell Miguel about my feelings he treats me like glass. I love him, but I can't stand being treated like glass. I might be stressed or sad, but I can handle it. I can handle my emotions without help. I love Miguel I really do, but my feelings are something I have to keep to myself. If I don't keep them to myself everything will fall apart.

And yes, I might be a little bit over dramatic, but my feelings are just that, feelings. Feelings don't change the past, nor the future. So, why keep feeling them if they have no power over change. Feelings don't have control over life, or me. So, I stick them deep down.

So deep, no one can find them.

"You okay Bel?" Danielle questions.

I look over towards her with frowned eyebrows. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Danielle shrugs, "You just look like you were in deep thought." I smile softly towards her.

"I'm fine." I reassure. She nods with a smile before falling back to help Cora and Lilley walk. Miguel walks up next to me, taking Danielles spot. I send a smile towards him.

"How you doing Bella?" I sigh. Even though I haven't known Miguel that long, he can read me like a book. Even if I don't like it.

"I'm doing." I respond.

He takes my hand in his. "That's the best you can do." Miguel lifts his mouth in a side smile. Before Miguel could get any sappier, another loud bang echoes through my head.

The noise was so loud my vision blurred, and my hearing vanished. I could barely see the smoke coming from the building right next to us. Everything is a fog. I can't concentrate, nor can I find Miguel. I try getting to my feet to no avail.