𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬

CHAPTER 6: FLESH OF MY FLESH

"And then they kiss," Nathan told Maya, who was still cooing at every word that came out of his mouth.

"I'm going to make you eat this book, I swear!" I hissed.

Nathan was reading the book I got for him 24/7, and he had the brilliant idea to read it out loud, so Maya could hear it. It annoyed me, a LOT, but I've never seen her so happy, so I decided to let it go. The story wasn't bad, but Nathan reading it was impersonated hell.

"It takes seventeen chapters for them to finally do it!" he said. "I can't believe they took so long,"

"I know, you made sure I never forget any part of this," I said rudely. "I should've picked Harry Pawtter,"

We were passing through one of Indianapolis' fire departments, almost getting to the river, and by that point, we had crossed half the city. Piles of cars and motorcycles were thrown around, like a permanent picture of the chaos that was the Furfall Day.

"We should use one of these cars," said Nathan.

"Oh, great idea, why don't we also pick up some phones and toasters so everything can be easier?" I asked.

Nathan looked at me with an annoyed expression.

"You don't need to do that, ya know?"

"The batteries are dead and the tires rotten, if we push one of these things around we'd get much farther than it would alone. And we don't have a mechanic with us, so making one work is impossible," I explained. "Besides, neither of us knows how to drive,"

Suddenly, Nathan became awfully silent, and he only did that when two things happened: or he was having one of his bad moods, or he had an invasive question. Most of the time, it was the question, which at the same time relieved and annoyed me.

"Ask it," I said.

"So, when I got the book, you know, from the package, there was another book in it," he started. "And... I wanted to know, who's Marthio Sauer?"

I sighed and kept walking, I didn't like that name at all, given all the bad things that man had done to our family.

"My father," I answered. "I found this next to one of the bodies at the library, was surprised as hell, but I didn't open the book yet,"

"Why not?"

"I don't like things that were made by him," I responded. "And no, that doesn't include me. I don't hate myself that much,"

Nathan, thankfully, decided to avoid that subject for the rest of the path to the fire department, where we would rest for a few hours. First I checked every single corner of the place, and also looked for hidden entrances, but this time everything seemed clear.

When I came back, I saw Nathan reading the book, and Maya playing with... a rusty scissor.

"How do you find these?!" I said before taking the scissor out of her paw.

Maya sounded like a broken record again.

"I swear to god if you catch tetanus I'm going to change your name to Rusty and I'm not joking," I said to her, who was still complaining. "And I'm keeping this,"

"You're keeping rusty scissors?" asked Nathan. "Why?"

"You can make arrows with these. Crack them in half and you've got two blades, meaning two arrows," I explained. "A stick, duct tape, and one of these, and we've got ourselves an arrow,"

"Where'd you learn that?" he asked.

"The-One-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named," I answered. "He thought me how to survive, and it helped, even though his lessons were shit,"