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CHAPTER THIRTY THREE - - -
BOREDOM COULDN'T EVEN begin to explain the various emotions flooding through me. Seven or maybe ten hours have passed with the two of us being locked up in the crate, just waiting to be slaughtered like a farm animal. It started with a small amount of hope that soon turned into something we both were too exhausted to deal with. There wasn't anything we could use to break out.
The nighttime hours have returned and we sat on opposite sides of the crate. He wouldn't speak with me, which made this waiting game that much more unbearable. I kept thinking about what I said to him and how desperate it made me sound. And yet if I hadn't done anything he would be dead.
That wasn't how I was planning on telling him about the pregnancy. After all, I had only been thinking about it for a few hours. In the end, it all worked out for the best, hopefully. Ricks's former wife didn't survive childbirth, she chose to keep the baby, and look where that got her.
"You plan on keeping it?" He asked. I was hesitant to answer. Everything that may be gone wrong during the pregnancy was overwhelming. But now I wouldn't have to choose, this place had already sealed my fate. I was doomed to be ripped appear and eat like the typical barn cattle.
"Well, if we get out of here alive," I mumbled grimly. The chance of that was dim, I could see that now. The door was locked and didn't want to budge, there wasn't much we could do from the inside. The only chance we have is if someone was dumb enough to open the door. We could render them unconscious and steal their weapons.
I tried looking toward the bright side of things. We were locked in here together, at least they didn't keep us from one another. On the off chance that we did end up dying in here, I didn't want to waste this time with pointless small talk about what the future had in store for us. Whatever happens, happens.
The night grew darker until there was only a small glimmer of light from the hanging lantern that dangled from the top of the boxcar. The flame danced around the confined space as it struggled to stay alive. That small fire was the only warmth we had, it would be nice to light a campfire but that didn't seem possible.
My eyes trailed over to him and I let out a sigh. At this point, I couldn't tell if he was mad at me for getting us in this mess or just wasn't going to talk to me. Either way, this wasn't how I wanted to spend my final moments freezing to death in a box. I picked myself up off the floor and made my way over to where he sat.
I leaned against him, stealing the warmth that his body produced. It wasn't fair, how was he always so warm? I got to thinking about the child and how it was conceived, and that night only a few messy images flashed through my mind. I recalled our first kiss, and how nicely his lips fit against my own.
Besides the few instances, I was able to remember there wasn't much else. My memory was clouded with the taint of alcohol making everything patchy. "Was it good?" I asked quietly. After not receiving an immediate answer I assumed he had already fallen asleep. "Hm?" He hummed tiredly.
"The sex," I said. As embarrassing as it was to ask, doing it with him was the first time I'd done it. If we were going to freeze to death I'd rather die knowing than be left wondering. "Is that a trick question?" He asked. I shook my head from side to side before resting it against my heat source.
"Yeah, yeah it was." He assured me. Wish I could say I believed him. "Wanna do it?" I asked in a barely audible whisper. Before I kicked the bucket I wanted to have some sort of intimacy that I could remember. He chuckled like something I said was funny. Apart from me regretted asking him. This place wasn't the ideal place to hook up but it would take away the boredom.
"What? Are you afraid I might get pregnant?" I giggled softly, trying to lighten the mood. This was my chance to make the first move. I readjusted my position so that I was straddling his lap with my legs to either side is his waist. His eyes told me what his mouth wouldn't. I pressed my lips softly against his and soon the kiss deepened.
