Vin Deayer
The rain had ended, roasting the sludge that had been left by the torrential rain. Vin had found some canned ravioli, a little camping stove, and though ravioli wasn't his favourite food, he was tucking in. It was better to eat while he still could, and being picky was something he had often reprimanded Lillie for. The stove was the only thing producing heat in the small room, but he couldn't leave it on for too long. Gas was precious now, and he wouldn't waste it.
When he was done, he chucked the can into the sink and traipsed down into the store to see what music they had. Even if he couldn't play it, songs he knew and loved played in my head. The rain outside had made it impossible to leave the store without ending up ankle deep in sludge. He was waiting to see what would happen now that the sun ha come out. He didn't want to risk getting caught, but he didn't want to leave it too long either.
“Gale!” A shrill voice called from outside, startling Vin slightly. He walked over to the door, cracking it open apprehensively. Two boys were lying on the ground under the sun, one face down, a black guy, the other on his back. That could be Lillie, somewhere, flashed through his mind, and just like that he couldn't leave them there to die. He edged out, making sure there wasn't anyone else alive in the street before hurrying over to them.
“Hey, are you alright?” Vin asked carefully. The boy lying on his back tried to roll over, standing on shaking legs. His shock of red hair was covered in ash He's only a kid... The other boy seemed older, near Vin's age, but he couldn't tell. The boy held a knife in front of him, evidently scared.
“Wh-who are y-you?” The boy asked nervously.
“Relax I’m not going to hurt you,” Vin held out his hands, showing he didn't have anything that could hurt the boy.
“Are you hungry?” He asked. They didn't look like they had eaten recently, and even though Vin told himself he shouldn't care, but it didn't work. The boy licked his dried lips.
“We’re fine,” the red haired boy retorted, more than wary. Vin shook his head. One last try. Imagine he was Lillie's friend.
“Come on, I’ll help your friend." The boy hesitated, then put away the knife. Vin tried to ignore his tears. The guy on the ground didn't look good. “My name is Vin, by the way."
“I’m Jet and that’s Gale.”
Vin grabbed the surprisingly light backpack and chucked it in the direction of Jet, leaning over to pick up the other one, Gale. They were a surprising group and Vin wondered how they had met.
Freaking dead weight, he groaned mentally as he lead Jet into the music shop, up the stairs to the apartment. He had found a camp bed in a cupboard, and there was a sofa bed in one corner. The apartment only had two room, a large kitchen/diner/lounge/bedroom and a bathroom. Vin set Gale down on the sofa bed and watched Jet curl up next to him like a cat, head on Gale's chest, mumbling tiredly. It was like they were siblings. It made Vin wish that Lillie was there.
What are you doing, Vin? He asked himself. Even one more person means less food for you and everyone when you find them. You can't give it up to a stranger. Vin shook his head at his thoughts. He still had a conscience. He dragged the camp bed in front of the few cupboards with food in them. Making sure the other two were asleep, he retrieved his satchel from where he had left it and took out his notebook. He found a pencil and started sketching the music store from the outside, then, once he was done, the two boys lying asleep on the bed, quickly. A quick round up of the day appeared in blue ink, then the book fell shut and was placed carefully back inside the satchel next to Lillie's teddy. Vin stared at it for a few seconds, then closed the bag and swung his legs up onto the camp bed, staring at Jet and Gale until he fell asleep.
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