forum “It’s the End of the World as We Know It” (O/O)

Started September 01, 2019 by @MusicElle-is-here

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Allie nodded, accepting his answer. “Okay…I just thought you were going to say something else,” she said. “So what do we do now?”

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He nodded. "Oh, alright." He shrugged slightly, looking around the house. "I'm…not sure, actually." He chuckled softly.

“There’s obviously nowhere we can go, unless you know of a secret place that the aliens don’t know about? I’ve heard one girl tell me there’s some sort of club, but obviously I don’t get out enough to know for sure…” she thought aloud. She glanced at Logan to gauge his reaction.

He shrugged. "I…really don't. I've never heard of a club, either." He shrugged. Considering I'm what you refer to as an alien…no. I don't know any places.

“I might know where someone know who knows is, if you want to go,” Allie suggested. “Unless you have another idea?”

He shrugged. "Not really, sounds fun." He smiled at her.

She smiled back. “Okay then, we’re going to have to go to a an abandoned-looking building about five minutes from here. I helped a girl who hangs out there and she owes me a favor.”

He nodded. "Can I leave my bag here, or should i bring it?" He asked, gesturing to the bag that he had set on the floor.

Allie shrugged. “I’ve never been there before so it’s up to you,” she replied. “I’m taking my knife and gun, but that’s it.”

He nodded, and pulled the gun from his bag, tucking it into his belt, since he didn't have a hold and he didn't want to carry it. "Alright."

“All ready to go then?” Allie asked, pushing herself off from the wall. She had to admit she was excited. This was the most interesting thing she had done in months. She had intended to possibly visit the club sometime, but now she was actually doing it, and with a cute boy no less. She glanced at Logan as she headed to the door.

Logan grinned. "Sure." He replied, following her. He smiled. He had been to a club or two before, but he hadn't ever gone with anyone, especially not a pretty girl.

She opened the door for him again with a smirk and then led the way over an unused, cracked old road to a row of (seemingly) empty buildings. “It should be the one on the end.”

He smiled back, and followed her. "Alright." He started walking along the road towards the one she had pointed out.

After a minute, they approached it. By the looks of it, the building had probably been a library. The faded letters on the front proclaimed “Hac tf e d P l ic br y” and it was obvious several letters were missing. This town had been completely wiped out near the beginning of the invasion, so it was as a good a place to hide out as any. Allie went around to a back door, swinging it open with a creak.

“Hello, it’s me, Allie,” she called, looking around in the darkness and waiting for her eyes to adjust. She took several steps and turned another doorknob, opening the door into a large space that must have been one of the main areas. “Hello? Rita?”

“Who’s there?” a girl’s voice rang out from above them.

“Allie,” she replied confidently.

“And who else?”

"My name is Logan." Logan called. "And i mean you no harm, if that means anything to you." He had followed Allie into this room, and looked around curiously.

The girl above them snorted. “They all say that,” she replied indignantly. As Allie’s eyes slowly began to adjust, she noticed a ladder and a balcony that wrapped all the way around the spacious room. Bookcases were everywhere, some upright and a few not, with several books still mostly intact. Allie looked up to see a slight, dark-haired girl standing on the balcony, gazing down at them. “But I owe Allie a favor, so I’ll bite. Why are you here?”

“I was wondering where the club you mentioned is,” Allie responded.

Rita smirked. “You never struck me as the partying type, but it’s quite the place. For a post-invasion club, that is. It’s in the next town over, in an abandoned high school.”

“Really? A high school?” Allie sighed. Could they have picked a worse place? High schools always seemed to reek of teenage drama and petty cliques for her. And they were never clean. Maybe she had just had a bad experience.

“Trust me, they fixed up the place real good,” Rita said, though it was impossible to tell if she was serious. “It’s called Creekwood High School. Now get lost. I have things to do.”

Allie rolled her eyes and glanced at Logan with a smirk playing on her lips. Whatever. Rita was a strange character, that was for sure.

Logan smiled back at her, and left, after taking one last curious look around the room. The strange white hairs at his temples stood out a bit in the dim light, though not much.

Allie followed him. “I should have warned you that Rita’s kind of weird,” she said once they were back outside. “She loves mystery and making herself seem above others.” She laughed, having noticed the white hairs but not sure how to bring it up. “Anyway, I know the place she meant. It’s not too far, if you think it’s still worth it. What kind of person makes a club in a high school?” Maybe Logan has gray hairs early? I think that’s a thing that happens… she thought. But what if it’s a mark of him being an alien or something?! I’ll have to ask someone about it, because if it does mean he’s an alien, then he won’t just tell me. But then why hasn’t he killed me yet? He can’t be an alien…right?

Logan shrugged. "It's fine, don't worry." He replied with a smile. "And yeah, i still want to go if you do. And hey, some High schools are pretty cool looking. Maybe they gave this one it's own unique touch." He shrugged slightly.

Allie smiled. “Okay, if you say so,” she added with an eye roll. “It’s not like we have anything better to do.” She made her way down the same road as earlier, walking for a minute before a sign announced (or at least it had announced at one point) that they were entering Creekwood. “So, what did you do for fun before the invasion?” Every easy question always included the words “before the invasion” or at least implied it, she was beginning to notice.

Logan chuckled. "Thats true." He thought for a moment. "I drew a lot. Things i saw, things from my imagination, just everything, really. I still do it, when I can, but paper and pencils are so hard to find, and i dont want to waste them." He sighed softly. "What about you? What did you do?"

“Well, I really liked to dance,” she admitted. “I’ve never been great at it, but it was fun. I liked singing too, and playing the piano, which I could actually do well. But working, nice pianos are hard to come by these days.”