It was
getting darker by the minute. I rummaged through the loot that had piled up around
my front door and found a battery powered lantern. Twisting it open I placed it
on the table and jumped up next to it. Looking around the kitchen I gave myself
a moment to gather my thoughts and that’s when the panic began. What was wrong
with me? I had set out with a friend of mine to gather some simple supplies and
had returned with no friend and blood on my hands. I jumped off the table and
began to pace. It made no sense to me. I had been so normal before I set out of
the house, but had somehow turned into a savage. Why in the world would I, 23
year old Evelyn Khol, arts grad student and all round goody two shoes decide to
bludgeon a police man!
My heart beat
had begun to accelerate and I could feel my hands clenching without realising
that I was the one clenching them. Snapping my head up I muttered “shit, Maya.”
I quickly ran out into the hall way and up to her door. Turning the handle I
was surprised to see that it was unlocked.
“Hello?” I
called out as I stepped into her one bedroom flat. Taking a quick assessment of
the place I realised she was gone. I couldn’t for the life of me understand why
I had gotten so aggressive with Maya. Little meek Maya. It was almost
impossible to even raise your voice at the poor girl let alone throw her out of
a safe house. Running my hands through my hair I decided to check outside and see
if I could catch her.