3 days after...

I woke up with a pain in my neck at the uncomfortable position on the sofa, I looked with some stigma around noticing the light entering through the large windows of the room, the naturalness made me cozy.

It was a nightmare?.

The relief disappeared as soon as I saw my right leg stained with blood, from the surprise I screamed and felt my face hardened. In a panic I ran to the service bathroom at the foot of the stairs and tried to turn on the light without success, the mirror did not reflect more than my dark silhouette. In the same way, I turned on the tap and ran the water over my face, feeling it softer, noticing certain darkness in the water.

Is it ... blood?

I began to clean my face, frantically trying to stop seeing the water of that color, in desperation to remove all the dirt, I closed the tap and ran upstairs until I reached the main bathroom where natural light entered. When I got to the mirror I sobbed when not only was my face a slight crimson color but my hair was covered in blood. I turned on the shower faucet and went in without taking into account that the water was cold.

What happened to me?

Was it all real?

What happened?

Where is Mrs. Smith?

The feeling of emptiness in his chest made the tears fall involuntarily.

As I stripped off my clothes I tried to remember what had happened, but everything was so blurry before the flashlight in my face, remembering that I was not alone I felt some relief at so much uncertainty.

Will my parents be okay?

I could only see the red water vanish in the circle of the bathtub floor, for a moment the darkness that emerged from there made me gloomy and only made the tears increase.

When I came out between jerky movements I walked to my room and everything seemed so normal that I did not believe that it had happened, I did not even know how to react. As I dressed I looked around me.

What do I do now?

A noise below was a call to me, a longing, a hope. I ran downstairs and without seeing anyone in the living room, I looked into the kitchen and a tall, black figure stood in front of the burners. An enticing scent made my stomach growl, apparently so strong that it made the subject stand in profile. His face was covered with a hood, I only saw the tip of his nose until he looked back at the kitchen.

—Who are you?—I asked without moving from the cautious spot.

—The second being that survived the end of the world.

His voice made me shudder and realize how serious the situation is.

What the hell had he said?

Why did it sound so calm?

Wasn't it a nightmare?

—Who is the first...?.

—Do you see anyone else here?—He transferred the food from a pan to a plate—Because I only see you.

And then he turned to me.

A feeling of fear ran through my body when I saw his face, perhaps my reaction was extremely noticeable because he raised one of his eyebrows.

—It's not nice to see you either,— I place the plate on the table towards me.

My chin almost touched the ground at his words and I took offense causing a slight smile on his face.

—Eat, we have things to do...—he turns again to take another plate and place it on the table at a safe distance from where I had left my plate —We must take advantage of the daylight.

—What is your name? —I approached the table, I was afraid but more hungry.

—Maybe...—he pulled his hood back, exposing his white mohawk.—I would have asked..." How long have I been unconscious? "Or" What happened to the people? "

—You said you didn't know anything either ...— I sat in front of the plate without taking my eyes off his face.

—So you remember me... I thought you would forget after you were unconscious—He began to eat.

—How did we get here?

—As you wept for your parents, you begged me to bring you here and I did, and you passed out on the way.

Hearing him speak more I noticed an accent in his voice, he was not from around here.

—How did you find me?.

—I had been looking for someone alive for two days... I collided with you and I heard you complain...

—why?

—why?—I look at myself before my doubt.

—Why do you look so calm?

—Do you want me to cry? I don't remember the last time I did it, so don't expect me to do it now...

—Are you alive?

—Look, I'm the same as you right now, but it's no use crying now.

—I feel like I'm dead and that you are a demon.

—Maybe it is—I was silent looking at my plate. —Hey kid, it's just you and me here and now.—He tapped the table with his finger, drawing my attention. —I need you to eat and help me find more people, I don't think we're the only ones.

His words were worse for me at the time. The only other person, of what seemed to be, of the world, was a complete unfriendly idiot. I tearfully ate the rest of the meal because it did taste good. When we finished or when I finished crying, I followed him outside. He put the hood back on and from the pocket he took out some black glasses that he proceeded to put on, then a black mask, and finally, some white latex gloves.

—There's a pharmacy close by? You must have one too...—indicated his gloves.

—I do not know.

Maybe I notice the annoyance in my voice because he turned to see me and his curved eyebrow appeared above the paste, adopting an offended pose, suddenly he left that position.

—Well, until we find one, try not to throw up.

I felt a certain burning in my chest and wish to find someone alive soon.

—Are you ok?

—What do you think?

—I'm just asking when I found you you were covered in blood—He walked in front of me, I only saw his broad back, he was tall—I suppose it was from the woman who accompanied you.

I did not take another step, the image of Mrs. Smith appeared in my mind and I vomited everything we had eaten.