CYS: remain hidden in the bathroom
From Create Your Own Story
You remain crouched against the wall, peeking past the door way. You feel your heart thumping, and fear course through your veins. The figure continues to rummage through your stuff, before he stops and it is silent. You hear quiet footsteps and the figure appears in the hallway. You duck back into the shadows, praying he didn't see you. There's a heavy silence as you hear the figure enter your office, though after a couple minutes he returns to the hallway. You can feel him watching the bathroom, and tighten your grip on your knife. You slowly stand, watching the figures reflection in the mirror, praying he can't see you. The figure takes a step toward before speaking " Jake, is that you? You here buddy? " you recognize that voice, it's your oldest friend Freddy, though what the hell he is doing here is beyond you. He takes another step forward, " Jake, I know your there. Don't be such a fucking pussy dude, it's embarrassing " Yup, definitely Fred. You step out into the hall, your knife at the ready. Fred freezes, hands up in defense, and looks at you for a couple seconds before bursting out in laughter. You slowly back away, not sure of what the hell is going on. Fred stops laughing to speak, though you can hear it in his voice "God damn, you really scared me for a second. Thought I was gonna have to fight you" You lower your knife, recognizing his voice "Fred, is it really you? " The large man nods before stepping aside, allowing the light to reveal his face. He towers over you, with the same grin that is always on his face. 6'7, with Black shaggy hair, tan skin and dark green eyes, he looks more like a teen who was caught stealing from his siblings than the guy who broke into your house. You are filled with relief, which is replaced with curiosity and confusion, and then replaced with anger "why the hell are you in my house?!" Fred simply points outside toward the mountains. He looks back to "That's what happened. Shit hit the fan back in the city, and from what I hear, its coming over here. Say, didn't you have a gun?" You glare at him, but then head into the middle of the hallway, while Fred goes back into your room. You pull the attic door and ladder from the ceiling, Fred notices and tosses you a flashlight. You head up into the attic, where there isn't much except holiday ornaments and your granddads old box full of his WW2 stuff. Next to that, however, is your gun. A semi automatic rifle, a SKS, which you bought in case of emergencies, and you consider this a fucking emergency. You sling it over your shoulder, and pocket the ammo. As you head back down, you see Fred packing clothes and other items into a backpack. He looks at you, grins, and returns to packing. You are now more than a little curious about what is going on, so you ask Fred " Dude, whats going on, why did you come here? What happened in the city?" Fred just keeps packing, speaking over his shoulder " I'll tell you later, for now we have to get ready" This is not the answer you wanted, and right now you are starting to panic " Fred, seriously, what the Fuck is going on?" Fred sighs and looks you in the eye, his grin gone now " I would tell you, but we don't have time right now. So please, just go downstairs and get some food"
