My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 19 - A Cure?

~Chilled's POV~

"Where are we even going Chilled?" Ze complains from behind me but I just shrug, squinting past the harsh sunlight. "We don't even remember where we had planned to go, or where it was. We've been here for days and we haven't even called Gassy and everybody. I think we should just head back," Ze complains and I immediately turn back to glare at him, shocking him since I do hardly glare so intently at my best friend.

"Come on Ze, quit being such a girly girl. We promised we'd do this," I snap, making him flinch as I pull the "you promised" card on him. It's a nasty but effective card after all, and Ze hates to break promises even when he is the one at fault in the end. I turn back around from him and sigh before letting the leaves from the plants return to their place. Despite my anger at his depression and exhaustion, I have to agree with Ze. We don't have a single clue to where the stupid thing can be and we're running out of the typical supplies necessary to live. I sigh before turning back to Ze and pat my hand on his shoulder. "But fine, we'll go back to the nearby town and get some supplies and try again," I mutter, irritated with my own depression. Ze sighs in relief before following me back to the small town, it's like a jungle town full of plant life everywhere but a harsh sun. I don't know why I agreed to go to this sort of place in the first place in the past.

It was during the high school years, dang teenagers don't know exactly how to feel about their lives and think going to this stupid, dangerous jungle would be the coolest place to go. Ze finds the town ahead of me and hurries into the limits, the town seeming as lively as always, but very creepy. The townspeople all look towards us, being the only outsiders around, and immediately push their wares in our faces in hopes something would be bought. I look back towards the jungle line, in some sort of hope there will be a case of flashbacks but all I see is the damn jungle. Ze goes ahead to buy more supplies while I go my separate way, to the building with foreign words scribbled on the side.

"Uh - hey, can I use your... uh..." I struggle to get my words out in a way they'd understand btu as I bring my hand up to my ear and make what Americans would decipher as a telephone, the man nods and points to the sky with his fingers with three fingers and I quickly dig into the small bag I have with me and hand the man three of the coins I've learned to distinguish. I'm led to what can be called the only functional telephone within miles. I hesitate before picking the telephone up but when I do I quickly punch in the numbers I've come to recognize from pushing them in so many times since I've been here.

"Hey this is Adam's voicemail-" Fuck. I hang up just like I have for the past few days over and over again. He can't be so angry, can he? Even if it is from an unknown phone number he should at least answer to see just who it is. Since I've been missing for days he should at least suspect I have something to do with the unknown phone numbers. Though, that could also be a reason why he's ignoring them.... No, fuck him. He should answer my calls, we're involved. He's just being a butthurt asshole because I left for a couple of days. I point to the man watching me with a worried expression with my index finger held up and toss him three more coins, dialing a different more responsive number this time.

"Chilled? Have you found it yet?" Galm asks from the other side in a choppy voice because of the terrible connection here. It's amazing there even is a connection here at all.

"No we haven't fucking found it. Are you in the town yet?" I ask, still irritated only making the poor old man who owns this telephone place seem worried and scared.

"Well - yeah, I am. Smarty should get here tomorrow but... there is something you should know," Galm mentions before the phone nearly deafens me with a deadly amount of noise. I snatch the phone away from my ear before bringing it back and sighing.