One Of The Last

Part 3

The moonlight shined through the window into my bedroom. Me and Delia both got finished changing into our clubbing clothes. Still no sign of Jackson at all. I can tell it's still driving Delia crazy. I walked down the steps and took a good look at Delia.

She's wearing a black dress and some white heels. Her hair in a curly bob with some pins. She got up from the couch and grabbed her purse. "Ready, Adrian." She said opening the door. I walked over to the door and went outside. The cold breeze on my legs, the warm feel of the dress on my waist.

Surprisingly I could find an uber at this time, it's so weird. We got in the car and rode down the street. The guy in the front seat was constantly moaning almost making me uneasy. I can see his eyes in the mirror. It was just a light green and a crust around it.

I sat up and coughed at the smell of him. He smells like mildew and old dog poop. His hands turning into a pale yellow and green, viens popping out so you can see them. "We should get out." I said. Delia shook her head agreeing with my suggestion.

"We'll walk from here." I said opening the door. The guy didn't reply just moaned, loudly. Me and Delia opened the door and left out the uber. I could see the rest of his face the windows were tinted. That guy was creepy, he didn't say a thing to us, just moaned like a zombie. I quickly shook of the thought of zombies and continued walking.

Delia took off her shoes and put on some flats. Her feet must be aching, mines aren't. We opened the door into the club and walked over to the bar. A guy with black hair and blue eyes sat at the bar with a lady talking. He stopped talking and looked at me and smiled.

I could feel my cheeks burning a fiery red. He is a little bit cute, a lot cute actually. Delia walked over to the stage to go watch the band. "What can I get you sweetheart." He said over the booming music. I hate when people call me sweetheart, but I can accept it now. "One fiery peach Margarita, and two shots." I said with a wink.

He grabbed a Margarita glass and started making the drink that'll probably give me a hangover with Delia. In the corner of my eye I see Jackson drinking a shot of tequila. I walked over and say next to him. "J.J where have you been, we've been looking for you." I said pushing his shoulder.

He didn't reply just shook his head lightly. The guy brung me my Margarita and looked at me. "He's been here for hours, since the club opened." He said. Delia wasn't paying attention, to busy gocking at the guy on the stage.

Jackson glared at me and the guy then Delia. "I maybe had a few drinks, just to clear stress, just don't tell D." He said with puppy eyes. I scowled but agreed politely. I walked back to my stool and continued to drink my Margarita.

"So, what's your name." Said the guy. I smiled and took a sip of my Margarita."Its Adrian and yours." I said. He took off his apron and put it on the counter. He walked from behind the counter and sat next to me. "My name is Hunter, my friends call me A.J." he said. I chuckled at his name. He looked at me and chuckled a little.

"Why A.J." I asked.
"Just stands for Alex Jane. Thats my real name, but I go by Hunter or A.J." he said with and embarrassed look in his eyes. His name is Hunter, I can get used to that. Delia walked from behind me and looked at us both. Her cheeks turned a light red and then she walked off awkwardly to Jackson. She must've already seen him.

"Have you seen the news, called G-96." He asked. I rolled my eyes and scoffed at his topic of talking. The first guy I meet has a topic I can't bear to discuss. But what the hell, he already is talking to me. "Yeah, it's weird, no one is out there, but we did run into a guy, he looked weird, sounded weird, smelled weird. " I said.

"Yeah, well the smell weird isn't new to me, a lot of people smell weird here." He said. I let out a small laugh and almost burped. "Yeah, and plus he didn't even ask for money, he just my moaned with a slight narl." I said. I looked up at the tv and the news channel was on. The same woman with the dress was talking.

She didn't look like the same pale woman I saw earlier, she looked sick. Her eyes light yellow and her hands the same color as the mans in the car. She let out a snarl, but was speaking. "This is Pamela Washington, com-coming a-at you f-from, um I-im sorry j-just was bitten by a-a person." she said with a stutter.

The entire club went silent and so did the band. I looked at her face wide in shock. Hunter had sweat dripping from his face. "We warn a-anyone who is o-outside go back inside, d-do not a-approach the i-infected." She stopped and the camera turned off. All of a sudden a scream came from across the club.

Then another scream and then another. I looked at Hunter and then Delia and Jackson. We rushed to the door entrance and tried to get a good look at the disturbance. A woman fell and her face a pale green and yellow, her mouth oozing a green subtance.

Her eyes were souless and she looked like she wasn't normal, like she wasn't human.