I´ve always been superstitious. Saw a black cat crossing my way? Immediate panic. Broke the mirror? Seven unlucky years. I’ve also always hated Friday the 13th. That’s why I wasn't surprised when the apocalypse happened on that very day. I woke up at 8 am as usual, ready to hit the gym in the campus. The day actually seemed pretty nice. Decent weather, sun was shining, birds were chirping in the trees… yeah, this was the real spring. I checked my phone… urgh, Simon was texting me again, why? It was just a hook-up, it only happened once! My fingers started clicking the screen when I bumped into someone and my phone fell to the ground.
“The...hell?!” I shouted but it was obviously my fault. “Mind your steps!” I didn't know who I assassinated. I didn't bother to look at his face. But according to the shoes, it was a man. I will probably remember these ugly trainers forever. Orange and green Nikes with blue shoe laces. Should I call the fashion police?
“Seriously?” he whispered but bent over to pick up the bloody phone. “Here you are, M´lady!” He tossed it to me and walked away.
“Well, fuck you!” I shouted. He didn't even bother to show his middle finger at me! Little shit, I wish I saw his stupid face.
I just started the treadmill when the sirens started to yell…
I finally caught the mother fucker. He stole some of my bottled water almost three days ago.
“Is that a Samurai sword?” he painted, lying on the ground, my sword pointed to his face. He was young. Maybe even a little bit younger than me.
“Might be. Found it in one apartment. The owners were probably pretty rich. and also pretty dead by the time I came to visit.”
“Now, my friend,” I swung the sword, “give me my water back.” I said even though he probably drank it all already. The boy sighed and shook his head. Yeah, there was no water left. I put the sword back into the sheath. It was never my intention to kill someone, there were not enough people left for that shit. I just wanted justice. Rule number twelve: Always get back what is yours.
“Get out of my sight,” I whispered. It was the last water I had and trust me, it was not easy to find some. But I didn't blame him. He just wanted to survive as we all did. He hesitated for a while but eventually he stood up. Tears started rolling on my cheeks so I pierced my eyes to the ground. Rule number six: Don't show your weakness. The boy approached me so close his shoes overshadow my view on the green grass. His shoes!
“It's you!” I exclaimed and wiped the tears. “Those ugly shoes of yours.” At first he stared at me like I was crazy. But when he finally remembered…
“Oh my god!” he yelped and started laughing. “You told me to fuck off!”
“No, I told you to fucked yourself,” I disagreed and grinned. I couldn´t believe it. We were complete strangers yet I felt like I found a long missing friend.
“Still wanna kill me?” he pointed at my sword.
“Still want to steal my supplies?”
He grinned and bumped to my shoulder. “We're a clan now. What's yours is mine.”
“I always knew you were the devil!”
