Anchoring

Part 4 • Peter

"Here's where we sleep," Dylan points to a hole in the Ship. Once I get to see it, there is 5 grey wool layers of blankets on the cold, icy ground. Dylan walks to the next hole and says, "All of our food is here." Inside, theirs a bunch of cardboard boxes stacked up to the top of the hole.
"Finally, the last hole, the warm hole," Chris says while smiling. All the sudden, I feel warm air hitting my body. Inside the huge hole is a big heater and a bunch of bean bags and grey wool blankets surrounding it.
"How come the ice doesn't melt," I ask.
"I forgot. The ice has a layer of cold water over it and then the ice won't melt and isn't breakable. The rest of the Anchors and I don't believe it's ice, though," Dylan explains.
"Other Anchors," We walk where I last woke up from, they call it the main hole.
"Yeah. Sometimes Ships crash into other Ships for 2 weeks then separate and go their own ways. We talk to one another and we trade goods like one time Ship #33 had lots of blankets and we had a lot of food. Sometimes the Creators overload our stock," Chris explains.
"What? How do the Creators overload a Ship's stock?"
"Every month, Creators paralyze us while we are sleeping. We can breathe but we stay in our sleeping position. They give us more food, blankets, etc. and sometimes fix things like the heater," Dylan replies.

"That was good s'mores," I say licking the sticky leftover marshmallow off my skewer, "Do you have this often?"
"Every month at this exact day," Chris says taking a huge bite in his s'more.
"Well, it's pretty dark outside," Dylan says while he looks outside of the heater hole, "I'm going to bed. Peter, would you like to pick a spot to rest?"
"Sure. Why not? You coming, Chris," I say getting up and looking at Chris.
He notices me and gets up with his s'more in hand, "Okay. Why not?"

I got situated in the the far right corner of the sleeping hole. There's a 3 foot tall hole in that corner. The hole goes 6 feet into the wall and the hole is 3 feet wide. Dylan said that that's where he use to sleep then outgrew it by width. I felt kind of sorry for him but Chris started laughing which made Dylan punch him in the shoulder. Dylan let me have a heat lamp in the hole. It's right behind my head.
I can't go to sleep. Chris and Dylan said it was normal but I would get use to sleeping in a cold place.
I'm too overwhelmed by my thoughts. I scream at myself in my head. I can't take it anymore so I fall in a deep deep sleep.

I wake up. I get out of the hole and hear Chris being shushed by Dylan. I walk outside the hole and see them hiding from the main hole.
Dylan mouths, "Come here."
I get close enough to hear him whisper, "New person. Female. Blonde straight hair. Green eyes."
I hear her all of the sudden, "You can't hide from me forever."
I jump out and show myself. Then I see her. She looks familiar to me but I can't really tell why.
"My name is Peter. What's yours?"
"How can I trust you?"
"I don't know. But we will be living here for the rest of our lives. Yay!"
"Fine. It's Rachel. Rachel Gardener."
I remember all the sudden. She was my older sister.
"Rachel? Do you remember me at all?"
"Peter, I'm your sister. How can you not know that," Then she starts mumbling to herself, "I'm not an Anchor, Peter. I just wanted to visit you."