The Adventures In The Book With NO Name

Part One By Joshua Monrose

“I'm not going to do it,” Carl said. “Why not,” i prompt. Carl is my best friend. Well, i would say he's sometimes more than that to me. I feel that he's secretly my long lost brother. We’ve been together pretty much since birth. Carl’s always been the competitive one. Since we were born, Carl’s main job was to try and be better than me. He was the first one to walk. The first one to talk. The first one to get a girlfriend. Pretty much everything. Even tho he’s always technically ahead of me i feel like he's just trying to be better than me because he knows in a way i am ahead of him. I know it is confusing. Carl is about six foot two while i'm at the shorter end of the line about five foot five. He has short red hair while i have orange-ish hair with a tint of light blue around it. I know my hair is a bit weird but for the most part i don’t even mind. Most people (including myself) don't even know how my hair got this way. The color my hair is, isn't available for miles on end. If you want your hair to be this color, you have to have naturally which is really weird. I think for the most part my hair has always orange-ish but something happened that changed it at the front. Carl has a straight nose with stabbing sea blue eyes. My nose is also straight but my eyes are the color of my hair. For the most part. Well sometimes there orange and sometimes there light blue. Most people think this is just (I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT) so they don't care but I think there is more to it than that. I dunno maybe i'm just crazy or maybe i'm like super secret genius level IQ or something I dunno. Carl is pretty muscular which is the same for me, seriously. Carl Tries to stall but i'm not falling for it. “ C'mon bro just do it” I say. “Nah I think I hurt my leg last time” . Just as he readies himself up……. The bell rings, TRIGGERED. As we go home I spot a vagabond  that I've seen before. But i don't know how. I've never met with a homeless person. EVER. There're  not what I call safe. I mean when you come into close encounters to death just by wanting to help someone live a better life. Oh you might be wondering how the heck am I going to die if I give a hobo like 5 cents. Well I kinda forgot to tell you that the world I live is near the brink of complete destruction. I know it might sound like there is complete chaos but its not THAT bad. Every-one at the age of 5 was train to protect them self from things. It didn't really matter what these things were but we were ok with that. The thing is that we sometimes get invaded by other life forms. Sometimes other humans, then the next day random aliens. Sometimes these aliens can take the form of other things so they take the form of hobos lead you into an ally, then try to kill you. Some pretty bad stuff can happen, that's all i'm saying. The thing that threw me off with this vagabond is that it seemed to be watching me. I quickly think about all the deaths that have happened lately and quicken my pace. To my utter disbelief and terror it seem to be like the vagabond is following me. I walk quicker. The vagabond quickens also. At last I cant take it anymore and break into a run. I had some experience in Track N Field but apparently it's not enough. The vagabond right behind me. Desperate i take a sharp turn. OOps. I'm in a alleyway, a dead end. I wait ready to be pounced on. Nothing. I turn around, and see the vagabond. The vagabond slowly takes of its hood. It has the same hair as me. The exact same colors. What it says next i will never forget. With tears in it's eyes the vagabond says “Hello Brother” .