Collision

Part 20

THE PICTURE ABOVE IS OF PETER. :)

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Peter's P. O. V.
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We decided to go East, though I'm no sure which way was East. The world was so messed up that East may have been South for all we knew. We walked for 3 days straight only pausing to sleep. We picked up food laying in the streets, and an occasional apple on a overturned tree. It wasn't as easy as I can describe, but we managed.

The nights passed quickly, and unfortunately, we would have to continue in the morning.

I do say, the trip may have been more enjoyable had we not been on dusty broken streets, constantly stepping over bodies, and walking through woods without trees. I tried to make it as enjoyable as I could by telling an occasional story of home to Eric. Yes, surprisingly that cheered me up as well as him.

One night we were by a camp fire that took me 20 minutes to make, and we were trying to scavenge for something to eat. I was extremely hungry since I hadn't eaten since the last day.

"OK... I'm really hungry and there is nothing around this place. " I complained, and usually I didn't complain, but this wasn't the usual day.

"Well here's a dead mouse. "

I looked over to see Eric holding a nearly desinigrated mouse by the tail, and I grimaced.

"Your kidding right? "

"Well that's a good option if we can't find anything. "

"No. I'm not going to eat a half dirt rodent that has probably been everywhere in the world this weekend. For all we know, it may have been eaten 30 times all ready.

Eric thought for a second then yelped and let go of the mouse and wiped off his hands. I smirked.

"This is getting annoying. There is nothing to eat..... " Eric mumbled, searching through the -well the not so foresty forest.

I walked a few yards in the opposite direction and got on my hands and knees. I had to be thorough in my search, for skimming over the ground wasn't an option now.

I felt my way across the broken earth when my hand hit something hard. It was almost completely buried, but a corner peeked up out of the ground. I began to dig. It was hard to dig through concrete and earth with just my bare hands but when I pulled the object out of the ground it was totally worth it. It was a piece of Firas bow. An arrow head was wedged into part of it, and it was quite deformed. I knew I had to find her.

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FIRA'S P. O. V.
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We sat by a fire that evening for we were lucky to have found some food. We talked for hours too. I'm surprised I didn't get tired or bored. We seemed to have a lot to say and lots of stories to tell, that it kept me wide awake. I sometimes think it wasn't a good thing for when we were done it was the next morning and we had to get going again. Yep.

But back to that evening. We sat eating a kind-of mashed sandwich or something that we were lucky to find in one piece. I had never eaten anything like it but Father said they were good so I tried it. It was okay for a piece of trash I guess.

Days passed and I guess we were making progress.... We hadn't found anybody we knew yet, but I guess it was silly of me to think we would find lots of people easily.

On the way we helped all the injured people we could-Yes I have a heart!- though some died.

I must admit, sometimes this journey was fun.. Like the time-oh wait I haven't told you about that have I? Well okay then I will.

We were walking in the woods, yes surprisingly there were still these one woods, but it was only still standing because they were huge old strong sycamore trees, and they were rooted in the mountains. We were actually climbing the mountain, and you campers may think this wasn't too hard but this was a steep mountain.. And I mean STEEP. Of course I was used to this, but Father wasn't. I'm guessing he never saw a mountain in his life.

So anyway we were about half way up, when this happened.

"Were about half way up I'm guessing. " I said as I struggled to grasp a ledge and pull myself up. Father was a few yards behind me.

"This is harder than I thought. We need some rope. "

"Well we don't have any. "

Father soon grabbed onto the ledge and tried to pull himself up too. One hand slipped. "I'm falling! "

I couldn't help laughing. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up a bit, when he tried to find a foothold. He stepped right on a patch of moss. Of course he slipped again. He tumbled down a ways but a tree stopped him. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. "Your just like Peter. " I giggled as I hopped back down the ledge. I slid down towards the tree and grasped his hand. I helped pull him to his feet, and he continued. He was sweating but he never stopped. I admired that about him.

We soon got up to the top and he dropped down on his back with a sigh. I laughed and sat down too.

"That was a little excessive don't you think? " Father said as he gasped for a breath.

I laughed. "I guess." I stood up and walked over to the other side. I peeked over. I groaned. But then I laughed. Guess what we have to do now Father? "

He sat up and looked over at me. "Better not be like what I just went through. "

I giggled. " It's not like that. "

He sighed. "Good. "

"It's 10 times worse, though 10 times more fun, and 10 times more scary. "

Father jumped to his feet and ran over to me to see for himself. "Don't tell me were going to climb down are we? "

"Well how else are we going to get to the other side? "

Father laughed. "Well what's the fun way you mentioned? "

I grinned.
"We slide. "