8: You can't save the world on your own

                                    

                                          
Thomas POV:
                          
It's been an hour now, since I left the others. They are werewolves so I guess they'll find me soon. But I keep walking and every few seconds I look at the sky. To see if WICKED isn't holding an eye on me. I go to the place where my dad's body is and slowly walk towards him. I kneel down next to him and gently rub the blood from his face. I pick his lifeless body up and carry him to the woods, far enough from where we were last night. When I arrive in a good place, I lay him down next to a big tree. 
                          
I start making a grave with my bald hands. After a while they start hurting very bad but I keep going. I never had a change to bury someone I loved. So now I was going to do it. And I wasn't going to stop for a little pain. 
                          
After about half an hour I am done and my hands are bleeding badly. I grab my fathers body and gently lay him down in the grave. I give him a little kiss on his cheek before I start closing the grave.  
                          
After another thirty minutes I'm done and I sit down, just staring at his grave. I wait a few more seconds before getting up and grabbing my knife. I think back to the glader wall and I start carving in the tree next to where I buried him. 
                          
After a few seconds of carving, I put my knife back in my pocket and take a few steps back. I look at the words I carved into the tree. 
                          
Sheriff Stilinski
Thank you dad, for everything 
-Stiles 
                          
I turn around without looking back and start walking away. I feel tears slowly rolling down my face. But I don't bother to wipe them away. 
                          
I walk for hours. Not knowing where I came from. And not knowing where I am going. 
                          
I've seen a few cranks, but they didn't really pay attention to me. Which I was very gratefully for. Well, nearly every crank. Because all the sudden I hit the ground hard with my head. I thought it was Scott or someone, but it was totally not Scott. "Son of a bitch." I groan while trying to get the crank of me. I finally get him of me and shoot a few times at him. 
                          
After that I turn around and start running. I hear Minho's words in my head. "Run, like your life depends on it, because it does."
                          
An adrenaline boost goes trough my veins. I run harder, and harder, it's like how harder I run, the more change I have to suddenly run into Minho. I keep on running not knowing where I am going. I suddenly stop and I look around. I am in a city. Well, yeah city.. what is still left of the city. I look around to see suspicious things. But I see nothing. I catch my breath and sit down for a while. 
                          
After a minute or two I stand up again and start to search the city. After a few blocks I see a sign that says: 'welcome to Atlanta' I sigh. "And where the hell is that?" I ask myself frustrated.
                          
Most of the houses are burned and ruined. But sometimes I go in some houses for food. But I don't really find anything. After a few more blocks I see a police station. It reminds me of my dad, I can't even explain how much I miss him. Even though I never admitted he was really my dad he did meant a lot to me. Not far from the station is a house that's barely ruined. And it has food. Shuck, I needed food so much. 
                          
I go back outside and start walking again. After a few blocks I hear screaming. I'm not really the person who saves someone, because that can get you killed. But it sounds like a kid. You don't leave a kid to die right?
                          
I run to the screams and see a crank attacking a little kid. I grab my gun and I point it at the crank. With one shot in the head I kill it. Damn, I'm a good shot. 
                          
I put the gun away and run to the kid. "Hey, hey, are you alright?" I ask the kid. He just runs to me and gives me a hug. "Whohow!" I yell in surprise. "I didn't see that coming."