“I’m not planning on hurting you.” His voice hoarse and rushed—close to impossible to judge the sincerity of his words. I stood there not saying a thing, trying to figure out what my next move should be. Fighting him off of me was an option. What were my others? I’m not ready to die yet. I have to find my brother and Rusty.
“Are you planning on hurting me?” His quiet voice swirls in my ear. My heart pounds in my chest.
I shook my head. “Not if I don’t have to.” My voice comes out low and steady. I need to have my flashlight hooked to my jeans or something. This is ridiculous. Stupidity and carelessness is what kills people these days—I suppose not just in “these days” but it’s a lot more common of reason. We have to always be careful. Mistakes are costly.
“Are you alone?” The male’s voice asks. I’m noticing now that he sounds just about as uneasy as I feel.
I don’t know how to move. What’s the right answer here? I’m not sure.
“I’m making my way back to my group. It’s a small group but we are good people. We aren’t set up too far from here.” He continues to make my next playable card unclear.
“Let me go and we both continue on our ways then.” This will have to do. I close my eyes for a second (possibly less then) and push stale air out from my lungs.
The knife is removed from my neck, so is the arm. He has let me go.
“I’m one of the good ones. Come with me if you’d like. Hunters aren’t far from here based on the screams I was hearing. I’m gonna move on.” Now that his hands were off of me, I was able to sense kindness in him. I was tired of being alone. Was it worth the risk? I turn to face him. The building was almost pitch-black. I couldn’t only make out the outline of his face.
A raspy breathing broke up my curiosity in the stranger. Gunshots fire not too far from where we’re standing. I reach for the knife on my own belt. Foot steps clamor outside the doorway I had just come in.
“Were you being followed?” He whispers.
“I’m pretty sure.” I whisper back, feeling all together uneasy.
He grabs my hand. “Come with me. I think I know a way out. You can decide later if you want to try and kill me.”