The Refugees

Chapter 16: Savannah

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As I storm out I feel anger simply exploding within me.

What's his problem?! Why'd he have to be so damn close and then act so snobbish and smug about it?!

Ugh! He makes me so mad!

Of course I'd flinch if you're that close to my face.

I've never felt my heart beat so fast in such a situation and my face just heated up like I had a fever. This heat on my face is still not gone and it makes me dizzy, restless. That damn Ash!

I feel my steps becoming quicker until I just want to run, so I do, for about a minute until I feel the sharp pain of a cramp and I stop, trying to massage it.

Really?! At such an inconvenient moment.

But it feels good to let out all the tension in my body. Breathing like this does put me more at ease. The sun is still low, coming up higher and higher into the sky, leaving the air still cool for the time being. I start hearing footsteps and I know it's Ash.

Ugh.

My scowl returns immediately onto my face. I can't let him think he won that so-called battle he started.

"You okay?" He asks and I look away.

I don't want to look at him right now.

He extends his hand to help me up but I ignore it and instead I push myself off the ground. As I push myself up with my left leg I feel the cramp coming back and I crouch back down again desperately massaging the pain. I try to keep in my grunts but that proves to be very difficult.

"Want a ride?" Ash asks, taking his bag off and turning his back to me, squatting to make himself at my height and extending his arms behind him.

I hesitate for a while. I try to take another step but I feel my thigh tense up and I decide against it instead deciding to piggy back Ash even if I really don't want to.

After I climb on, he hoists himself up, surprising me a little.

"Here." He says giving me the bag and I wear it on my back.

"Thanks." I reply as quietly as possible, just so I know I said it.

"So the silent treatment is over?" He asks his voice having a mocking hint to it.

"Shut up." I fire back in a defeated tone.

This is his way of saying he won.

I hate it.

As I remain on his back I look around, the view being absolutely magnificent and way too pretty to ignore, so I look around in awe and wonder. It looks much prettier earlier in the day.

I notice my stomach feels empty but it doesn't feel empty to the point that I'm hungry but I can tell pretty soon it will feel that way.

When can we get real food?