Wartorn

Chapter 6

Sorry I haven't updated in a while... exams are like a new form of torture. However, exams are now over! :-P SO glad! Anyway... I went to Catching Fire on Friday night with the girls... HOW AWESOME IS THAT MOVIE?! I came out of the cinema fangirling (OMG THAT WAS SO GREAT THEY ACTUALLY DID JOHANNA STRIPPING!) and all the sugar I ate probably wasn't helping. So, the question of this post is "What did you think of the Catching Fire movie?" And I got bored, so there is a picture of Gwen to the side. ->>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

And yes, in the photo 'Gwen' stole Ciara's glasses. Bad Gwen!

Not sure who the owners of the photos are... so just to clarify, I don't own them.

-C xx <3

I climb out of the shelter, careful not to trip this time. I leave the camera intact. Hopefully they’ll be convinced I don’t know their little plan. Deceiving hundreds of thousands of people, making them believe their children were killed by the enemy, which will gain them the support they need to win this war. They sacrificed the lives of thousands of children for their own personal gain. My attention is brought back to the present by a high pitched scream of terror.

Logan.

I panic and run blindly towards the sound. Dante is leaning over a massive crater caused by a bomb, and he is clearly distressed. The screaming is coming from the crater. I rush to Dante’s side and stare into the crater. Logan is in the crater, and it’s around six foot deep. He’s starting to panic.

“Sonya, I want out,” he whines. I lie on my stomach and reach both arms down.

“Grab my hands,” I say, and Logan grabs my hands and clings to them for dear life. I pull, and he slowly inches up out of the ditch. His feet hit the solid ground, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I push myself up off the ground and turn to face the boys. Logan is white and shaking. Dante is not much better. 

"Come on guys. Let's get out of here." I turn to walk towards the gate, but, being the clumsy person I am, I trip and begin to fall into the hole. My arms are flailing around as I fall sideways into the hole, squealing. Suddenly hands close around my waist and I'm not falling anymore. I look sideways, and it's Dante that has stopped my fall.

"Come on. We'd better get moving," he says gently.

"Yuck! It's like one of those movies you like watching, Sonya!" Logan yells. My cheeks flame red. I didn't know Logan saw me watching those sappy romantic movies. A smirk tugs at Dante's lips, and he releases my waist.

We make our way towards the gate, dodging the craters. Once we're outside the fence, it's not like we'll be any safer. We'll probably be in more danger. There is no vegetation for miles around. There's nowhere to hide. If they decide to kill us, that's it. We're dead.

"Where exactly are we going?" I ask.

"Civilisation," Dante mutters. I drop the subject. Logan is skipping along ahead of us. All I can see in the distance is the hill that hides my hometown from view and...

"Holy shit!" I yell. Smoke is rising from behind the hill. They've bombed the town too. Dante's eyes widen in understanding. I sink to the ground. Mother and Brooke were in there.

"Logan! Come back!" Dante yells, but all I hear is a faint whisper. Has this war not taken enough from me? I've lost my father and my best friend. Must my whole family die for no other reason than an argument that couldn't be solved through discussion? Dante puts his arms around me and pulls me in for a hug. I sob into his shirt. Sometimes a girl just needs a shoulder to cry on.

"Sunny! What's wrong?" Logan asks. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong," I say. Dante grins.

"Just between you and me, buddy," he says to Logan, "I think it's just that time of the month." Logan looks confused by this.

"DANTE!" I screech, whacking him with the back of my hand.

"What? It seemed like a logical conclusion!"

"I hate you." I stalk away from the two boys.

"Come on. We both know you love me really!" he yells, smirking.

"NO I DON'T YOU ASSHOLE!" I screech. He wants to see PMS, I'll give it to him.

"What's an asshole?" Logan asks innocently. Whoops.

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We continue walking long into the night. Logan is yawning heavily, so Dante moves to pick him up.

"No, I'm tired. Let's just camp out here for the night," I say.

"I like camping," Logan says sleepily. He lays down on the ground and is asleep almost instantly. I sit there watching him for a few minutes, before looking around to find Dante. He is sitting a few metres away with his back to me.

"Do you think anyone's alive?" I ask, sitting down beside him.

"Maybe," he replies, not really concentrating on me. A few minutes pass in silence. He finally looks at me and puts his arm around my shoulders.

"What's that for?" I ask.

"You were shivering," he replies. I hadn't really noticed until he said it, but it is cold. I put my head on his shoulder, gazing out at the horizon, which is barely distinguishable due to the darkness.

"There's gotta be others who survived. We can't be the only ones who were under circumstances where we miraculously survived. There must have been other people who were stocking up food in the basement when the bombs hit who didn't die!" I say. Dante looks at me.

"There probably were other people who survived, but not many. I doubt that many people could have been restocking the basement at the same time," he says seriously.

"You really had to crush any hope I had, didn't you," I fume.

"That wasn't hope crushing, that was using logic," he replies.

"Shut up."

"You shut up!"

'Shut up."

"If you don't shut up, I'll make you!"

"How do you plan to do that?" I smirk, knowing he's bluffing.

"Like this," he says, before leaning in and kissing me. I melt into his arms...

"EWW!!! COOTIES!" Logan yells. Why is it that he woke up at exactly that moment? Dante and I both turn around.

"Dante's got cooties! Dante's got cooties!" Logan taunts. Dante starts to laugh. Something tells me he doesn't give a damn about cooties.