The Next World Crisis

Chapter 2

The docks were behind me as I trod up the muddy path. I passed an abandoned truck, dented and demolished in every way possible so that only the metal frame remained. It was a rusty red colour, standing out between the grey and brown. I was tired from the trek but I couldn't stop now, it wasn't as if there was anywhere to stop. You'll never make it! I screamed at myself. The puddles slapped against my boots as I stepped through the murky water. I reached behind me for my water bottle but found it empty.Damn.I guess I'd have to fill up at the next river; wherever that was. My plan was to go village to village searching for my dad, sister and Henry... I wouldn't accept the possibility that they were dead.
As for my mum...she's an asshole. That's all I can say. She took drugs, she cheated on my dad and then she died. My Dad is also an asshole (I'm just glad I didn't get the genes). He fell in love with my mum believing that she'd love him back then asked to marry her. Of course my mum couldn't resist the urge to marry money so she accepted. She died when I was nine years old. She left me without a goodbye. She left my dad, not that she did much to help when she was around...and she left Phoebe, my sister.
My feet ached like hell and my boots were starting to hurt. I had to stop for I'd only just started walking and was already on the verge of collapsing. What's wrong with you? Keep going!
My mind was yelling at me to carry on but I couldn't. Instead I kept myself busy with one of the happiest thoughts of my life, Henry. He was, and still is, the love of my life. His melting black eyes and tousled brown hair were always my favourite. I just hoped that he hadn't forgotten about me because I sure as hell hadn't forgotten about him. 

The fairground rides were blasting out their music as people rode up and down on the carousel. My heart was hammering away in my chest as Henry's smirk glanced my way.
'Scared princess?'  His arm reached around my waist dragging me closer to his chest. Yes, I was scared like hell but Henry didn't need to know that. 
'Why would I be scared?' I questioned him, but apparently my face showed otherwise. He leant right up to my ear and whispered, his breath tickling my neck.  
'Because I know your scared of heights angel.'  He sat back down again, his arm casually hanging out of the cart. The smirk was still playing on his face as his eyes bore into mine . How could he have talked me into this? I was, as he clearly pointed out, extremely frightened of heights or anything high in the matter.  And now we were on one of the highest Ferris Wheel in the world...literally. Las Vegas was screaming around us. Casinos were at their busiest as the streets crowded with either the super rich or super poor. Lights were flashing everywhere you looked and my mind was buzzing. Gradually everything was shrinking into the distance, the flashy cars, too short dresses and high heels slowly weren't to be seen. My life was now relying on the metal frames that held this contraption called a Ferris Wheel together.

Jerking into reality I stopped on the spot. I had to. The burn in my throat burned by the second and my back ached like an old woman's problem. I turned to lean on the fence closest, carefull not to topple over in fatigue. If only I could see him again. I looked up at the tattered sign post...I wasn't going to give up looking for them. I wasn't!