The ventriloquist quickly scraped across the roads, and the Helix followed him.
The Helix was neither man nor monster, he was able to switch between both.
He took his grandfather's height, his father's intelligence, and his mother's determination.
His human form was good looking, greatly postured, and extremely strong.
However, he stayed a skeleton, to remind himself of his parents and his brother.
Everyone dear to him was taken from the ventriloquist, everyone that walked among him was taken from this hellish world.
He was special, and he didn't know why.
He dragged his sand-filled boots across the ash and debree.
He felt his bones scrape against each other.
The possessed recognised him, and would always attempt to end his life.
None of them succeded, their souls would always crack and break from the bite of his sword.
The sword was broken, it's pieces jagged into the ventriloquist.
His grandfather's sword tracked the pieces, getting him closer and closer to the puppet master.
The sword glimmered brightly, telling it's master the way to it.
He looked around.
Corpses, ashes, debree, and dust surrounded him.
This sight was normal to him, he knew that this world filled itself with death.
He walked through the freeway road, seeing rusted cars along the way.
His sand-filled boots cracked glass and rocks alike.
The gleaming sun looked down on him, making him hot and tired.
He was about halfway the freeway when he heard a car alarm go off under him.
He gripped his sword, drew his pistol, and jumped to the ground.
His hand made contact with the ground as he landed.
When he looked up he saw a car in perfect condition.
He cautiously stepped up to the vehicle, fowarding the pistol before the corners.
It seemed no one was around, he holstered the pistol and looked at the car.
The lights were on, the glass was uncracked, and the engine was running.
Someone must have turned it on.
He opened the door to the vehicle, looking around inside.
A black backpack was in the passenger seat.
He pulled it out and opened the bag to reveal it's contents.
There was food, water, and some pictures.
He took out the pictures, he saw a family of three.
There was a small child, they looked happy and satified with their life.
He stared at the picture for a few moments.
Rocks behind suddenly fell over, the sound of quick movement followed it.
The Helix took out his sword, and gripped his pistol tightly.
His voice echoed through the sandy terrain.
Nothing responded to the call, but he decided to play a trick.
"I see you, come out or it will end badly for you!"
He heard rocks crunch, and then he saw a human woman with her hands up come out of the corner.
The woman had a green jacket, blue jeans, and a red bandanna tied to her neck.
She also had a rifle attached to her back, with a bandolier of bullets on her belt.
"Is this your car?" The woman asked,
"I was about to ask the same thing."
The woman looked past him, and saw no other people.
"You out here all alone?"
He frowned and gripped the pistol pointing at her.
"Unfortunately, anyone with you?"
"No, I haven't seen another person in days."
He looked at her for a moment.
She had no blood on her clothes or hands, looked pretty sane, and seemed to be telling the truth.
He lowered the gun and moved back to the vehicle door.
He opened the trunk and looked in the back.
The woman put her hands down and walked towards it.
She was amazed at how a car can function during these days.
Her natural instincts took control of her and looked around inside the car.
The Helix, on the other hand, found the back to be stocked with supplies.
There was guns, ammo, scrap, gas, clothes, and tools in the trunk.
While he was admiring all this, the woman put her rifle to his head.
"I think I'll be taking this."
He looked up and saw the woman trying to keep the rifle on him.
She wasn't that threatening, mostly because the safety was still on.
He looked at her rifle for a few moments, then back at her.
"I think you're dead wrong."
He took out his blade and started to advance towards her.
She started backing up and tried pulling the trigger.
He took the rifle out of her hands and put the broken blade to her throat.
She looked hopelessly at him,
"Wait! Don't kill me please! I was greedy and selfish but please don't do this!"
Her eyes flowed with tears, the Helix felt a bit of pity but it passed quickly.
He sheathed the sword, and showed the rifle to her.
He pointed to the safety,
"You see this, it's a safety, make sure it's showing a red dot before you try and threaten someone."
He put the rifle to his side, tossed it in the trunk, and went inside the vehicle.
He thought about leaving her there, he could have left her and his problems would be gone and he could finally catch the ventriloquist.
His conscious wouldn't allow it.
She hesitated for a moment, but she eventually got in the car and they drove off.
"What's your name?" He asked,
"Oh, it's Mania."
"Mania, that's a very strange name."
She rolled her eyes and sighed,
He forgot it for a few months, but he lifted his sleeve and saw the word.
"Valium, my name is Valium."