Alex's POV
The next few days were hard. We decided to not look for a little while, but they sent some troops out to the west side, where JJ said the rest would go.
It was terrible.
I'd watch JJ just stare out the window, not talking.
I knew what she was doing.
I've seen that look in Tobin.
She's waiting for something. Or someone.
I hated watching my best friend and my wife slowly go mad. Tobin prayed every evening and every morning, which wasn't unusual. What was unusual was when she finished praying, she'd just sit there, and think.
At least, I think she thought during that time, but I could be wrong.
"Hey girls" Marc said. It was me, Tobin, Moe, and JJ sitting at a table.
"Hi Marc" Tobin grinned.
"So we just got a new shipment of things. Boss James Harding said you ladies should get the first pick. Then we get on with your training to be our spokesperson, Tobin" Marc told us.
Tobin tilts her head, like she doesn't understand.
"Spokesperson" Marc said. "What you agreed to be, in the beginning of all this"
"Oh yea!" Tobin snaps her fingers. "Spokesperson. I'll be doing something like a commercial, right?"
"Something like that" Marc said, then gave me a look. I just shrug.
Tobin is far too gone.
Or so I thought.
Tobin's POV
To everyone, they think I'm insane. I don't want to think I am, but I have to face facts. I'm broken.
Whenever I meet someone, Marc gives them a look like take it easy on her, she's been through a lot. And then they try to dumb things down for me, and thats when I desperately want to punch them, and they see the madness in me.
It comes in short bursts.
One moment I'm normal, and the next I'm muttering like an idiot.
And the memories.
The memories. The terrible, horrible glimpses of my past.
They're back.
They're back to haunt me.
But the funny part is, that they're only from earlier this week, or earlier today. But sometimes I have good dreams. About the good times of Alex and I and the team, before this wretched war. Before I became insane.
"Tobin? Are you okay babe?" Alex asked, grabbing my hand.
I want to say no. I want to laugh, but that would only make her worry even more.
"Yeah. Just...thinking" I say, then smile at her.
She sees it. I hate that.
I hate the way she sees madness, even when its not present.
I want to yell at her, to tell her to stop looking for the madness, but it never comes.
"What're you thinking about?" Alex's fingers make circles on the top of my hand.
"Me being insane" I say truthfully.
"You being insane?" Alex asks, like I'm lying.
I nod.
