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Lindsey stared up at the moon that illuminated her grayish blue eyes. She knew her mother had once looked up at this moon. A tear spilled out and slowly rolled down her cheek. She let it slide all the way down her chin, tickling her neck before she wiped it away.
“Mom!” Lindsey yelled, crying with the pain.
“Oh, my poor baby!” her mother exclaimed as she ran out of the house and up to the white picket fence that Lindsey had just smashed through with her bike. Her mother made a move for the fence and started cradling a broken piece. Lindsey realized and stopped whining in disbelief. At this, her mother turned and smiled. “Now that I got you to stop crying, tell me what hurts.”
Lindsey pouted and pointed at her scraped knee.
“That’s nothing,” she said, although it was a lot more than something. The blood had started to tint the grass beneath her leg. “Let’s go inside and clean you up. Matt!” she yelled for her son, who came running around the corner of the house flying his airplane. The poor six year old stopped dead in his tracks as he spotted the bright red liquid pouring out of his sister’s skin. “It’s ok, baby, she’s fine. I just have to take her inside, so come help me with the door please.” Mom assured him. Not being fully convinced, he sprinted up the steps and opened the door as far as its hinges allowed. Their mother picked Lindsey up and carried her all the way into the kitchen where she sat her on the edge of the sink.
“All set!” she said with a satisfied smile as she finished cleaning and patching the wound. Lindsey wiped away the remaining tears and reached her arms up so her mother would pick her up again. “What do you say?” She has been trying to instill manners in Lindsey from the youngest of ages.
“Thank you, mama!” Lindsey squeaked, feeling better already.
“You are very welcome.”
The crunching of leaves sent her mind back into reality.
“The only thing left in this world that hasn't lost its beauty.” Jake said. It took her a second to realize he was looking at her. She smiled, but it wasn’t the same as before. He came up behind Lindsey and wrapped his muscular arms around her. “Hey,” he whispered, tickling her ear. “We will get through this together. It won’t be like this forever, I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, I’ve told you that before.” She sighs and leans into him.
“Who said I couldn’t keep it?” Jake says, only half joking. She glared at him, but then softened up.
“All I’m saying is we can’t predict the future. Look where we are now for example. Can you honestly tell me that three months ago you knew that we were going to be here?”
“I didn’t even know you existed three months ago," Jake pointed out matter-of-factly. They sat in silence, staring at their breaths in the bitter cold night air. Lindsey didn’t know how to respond because it was true.
Three months ago, she had lived all the way across the country from Jake, and had no idea that the only person she would have left happened to be the boy she fell in love with when the world ended. She didn’t like to think about it though, because that implied thinking of her life before it all happened. She didn’t like to think about the stupid things in high school that she cared about and had amused herself with. Now, her amusement is staying alive and trying to save what’s left of the human race.
In her travels so far, she hadn’t come across many people, but the select few were either dangerous, or dead within a few hours. It was almost like Lindsey was cursed. This whole mess was because of her; karma was getting its revenge. In the midst of her own thoughts once more, Lindsey had mistakenly been unaware of her surroundings.
A loud cringing noise that she had become too accustomed to made her reach for her belt, preparing herself for whatever was coming their way.
Lindsey had had to learn quickly how to stop the machines that roamed the planet with no destination. She had been encountered with one shortly after her mother’s death, but that time she had been alone and was forced to defend herself.
“Do you see anything?” Jake whispered. He sounded like he had just run a mile. It was understandable because he hadn’t had the experiences that Lindsey had.
“Shh, stay quiet.” she told him, trying to stay patient with him.
The noise came again, this time louder. She turned towards it and squinted her eyes to see against the dark. Time passed, and after 5 minutes, she started to doubt if it was actually coming.
The fire they had started to stay warm had died out. Most of the robots didn’t have ears, or a nose, but they had extremely good eyes equipped with heartbeat sensors, infrared and thermal technology. Some even had night vision, like the one that had just appeared from behind one of the trees a few feet away. It clicked it's metal claws together, telling them that it had already seen them. Lindsey felt Jake inhale and then hold his breath.
“Try not to move,” Lindsey told him through gritted teeth. She slowly gripped the handle of the gun in her holster. In a split second she took it out, aimed it, and blew a part of its head off. Instead of malfunctioning and falling over, it seemed to convey anger, if that was possible for such a nonliving thing. She shot again, this time going right through its left eye. It stumbled further towards her, arms outstretched. She went for her knife this time, then grabbed it roughly by the shoulders, spun it around and cut the metal in its back as quickly as possible. The first wire she found, she cut clean in half. When it went limp in her arms, she let it fall all the way to the ground.
“It never ceases to amaze me how you do that.” Jake says, standing in amazement and fear a few feet away.
“Desperate times call for… quick learning?” she responds, out of breath.
“You know, you are taking away my male status in this relationship.” Lindsey stopped at this remark and stared at him with a smile. As if he read her mind he added, “Yes, unless you object, we are officially in a relationship.” If a robot hadn’t just tried to kill them, and the world wasn't ending, and the human race wasn’t on the verge of nonexistence, she would have run into his arms, kissed him, and shared a very special moment with him under the moonlight.
“We can talk more about this later. For now, we need to get some rest so at first sunrise we can start moving again.” His face fell a little but then returned just as quick.
“You sleep, I’ll keep watch.”
“If that is what contends to your manliness, then by all means. Good night.” With that, Lindsey leaned her head on his backpack and closed her eyes. In less than 2 minutes, her breaths had become still and even.
She awoke the next morning to the sun on her eyelids. Groggily, she sat up and rubbed away the sleep from her eyes. She looked around until she found Jake sitting a few feet away with his back turned to her.
“Hey you,” she said softly. When he didn't answer, she crawled over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Looking over his shoulder, she found the breakfast, a cute furry bunny, cooking over a fire. “Did you go hunting?”
“Really quickly so we could have this. I got lucky and found this cute ball of fluff only 5 minutes in. The poor thing didn’t even hear me coming.”
“If this wasn’t our only source of food, I swear your descriptions of the animals you kill make me want to go vegetarian.” He laughed at this. A real, hearty laugh.
Lindsey looked at him, taken aback for the hundredth time since they met at how positive Jake was. He had lost everyone he had ever known and yet this boy could still find something happy enough to actually laugh about. It wasn’t even fake. It gave Lindsey an ounce of joy herself, knowing that her old self still existed somewhere, and that she could still make someone smile, or care enough to try.