Survivors : Chapter 5

Barging into the place would only scare the people inside right now so we rang the bell. They fell silent ... like we were meant to be some threat. Even though it was barely audible , I could hear them say , " Take the bat , we need to get them." 

We were all survivors. Then why're they trying to fight us? Jess seemed worried , as she covered behind Sam. Sam and I had our pistols out , ready to fire. "We don't know how many of them are there , I think we better hide first." I mumbled to them. They agreed , and we moved to either sides of the huge front door, behind some of the bushes grown around the manor. The doors opened abruptly and a group of men with bats and few other weapons ran out. I wasn't intimidated , but I was skeptical about their reaction to new people. 

We couldn't afford to get cornered in this situation. Sam locked eyes with me, then towards the door, and I got it. Pistols ready to go , we made a run for the door. We didn't know if all the survivors ran out the door in search of us , but we had to try. The noise we made while running from the bushes made many of the other guys turn back. Realizing what we were doing , they started running back , but were too late. 

Jess ran inside the last , and she bolted the door without wasting a second. The others were banging on the door but fortunately , none of them were willing to destroy the door and make their way in. The manor , was truly spectacular. It was like magic that the place popped up. A kind of golden light reflected from all the furniture and decorations around the house. The room we were in , had large , elegantly decorated sofas , full length mirrors and portraits of god knows who on the walls. The chandelier was beaming the brightest. 

Apart from all this , four people stood , alarmed , against us. They had no weapons , so they probably thought the other guys would've been able to keep us off. I caught a familiar face from among them. John. My boss , John was alive. What's more surprising , he looked petrified at the sight of me , and possibly Sam. "We mean no harm. We're here just like you guys." Sam broke the silence inside , completely ignoring the people outside threatening to kill us. "Tell the others not to harm us , and we can talk." I piped in, holding the pistols down. The other three , except John , seemed to consider what I said. 

"Fine." One of the guy spoke. 

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All fifteen of the people who were gathered in this manor had in one way or another assisted in defeating the beast , Ivory Fangdrift. They were all shook to the core , and seemed to be on edge about anything and everything that was happening around them , including new survivors. "We're sorry we tried to attack you guys. None of us know anything about what's going on." One of the guys said to us. 

It was too awkward for all of us. New people , new faces , and a weird situation to be in . It was 12.00am in the clock at the manor . I didn't know whether that was the real time , because it felt like I went through the same day twice . The silence was loud in the room. No internet to pretend to be busy , no source of finding out what's going on , and no idea how to have a good conversation going either. I had had enough of this , so I walked over to the kitchen to see if we had anything to eat. 

Calling it a meal would be an understatement. Everything was cooked , and ready to eat . Meals ranging from mac and cheese to steaks were kept , ready to be served. Sam and Jess joined me , and we had our fill. "Hey... shouldn't you get your arm checked?" Jess reminded me. I'd forgotten about my own injury... it didn't hurt anymore. I took off the cloth I used to cover it up , only to see blood. Blood was the only evidence that I was once hurt. My wound... had disappeared like it was never there. Am I not in planet earth anymore? My wound vanishing , a random beast with a weird name popping out of nowhere , a huge manor making it's appearance like it was nothing... 

There had to be a reason why all of this was happening. "A bit too laid back , aren't you?" A voice came from behind , startling the three of us. It was John. I guess he was finally ready to talk to us. 

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