The Walking Plague

((Is it too late for another man/woman?[Depending on my mood]))

 

Trisha smiled up at Matthew from under her tears. "Well that's awfully sweet of him, but the only thing that's going to make things better is if my parents are okay. They..." She choked up before she could say anymore. They were in a car accident, but he probably didn't really care. Trisha was just bothering him with personal details. She was amazed he was even talking to her to begin with. He looked like modeling was a profession of his and she was a science geek. Staring at plants all day was a passion of hers. "Is...is there anything else? Most people don't just comfort random strangers." There was something definitely odd about the whole situation.

 

Adam found himself bored while waiting for John. The drunk ******* had moved most of Adam's stuff to the basement...and then put a padlock on the door. 'Really, John?' Adam was pissed. Even worse, his cell phone was dead so he couldn't call his stepfather to ask for the location of the key. And worse than that, the power was out so he couldn't use the house phone. "Guess I'll just..." he started to walk around, taking in the sight of his old home. It was messier than he remembered, and a bit more run down, but all in all, it wasn't in as bad of shape as he expected, considering its owner. He walked into the den, where John used to keep his hunting supplies. It was now some sort of lounge: a big screen TV on one side, a brand new couch facing it, and a cooler next to the couch filled with what Adam expected to be beer. "Oh, that's right," Adam remembered John mentioning moving the hunting stuff into the basement where it would be "safe" (from what, Adam didn't care). "It looks like the ol' drunk couldn't even finish that," He mused to himself, seeing several hunting jackets, bottles of camouflage, and several arrows just laying around. Adam's eyes focused on the arrows and then he remembered the bow on his bed. "Hmmm," he walked back to his room, an old fascination getting a hold of him.