When Will I See You Again.

On Our Own

      After that night, I always walked behind him. Wary of the bite on his shoulder. I always told him that I lagged behind because of the slit down my leg, and while that was partially true, I was just scared. Scared that he'd turn and forget who I was. Scared that he'd come after me and I wouldn't be able to fight back; not very well, anyway... We were low on food, and water, and supplies in general. Those factors adding into the gash in my leg resulted in my body and mind not holding me up very well. I limped a lot and had to walk slowly. When my vision started blurring, we had to take a break, which was at least once every two hours.
      "I can't die before we make it to Emil." I said matter-of-factly.
      "I know, and you won't." Denmark replied reassuringly.
      There was only slight talking during the day while we were walking. Ambushes were not our priority here. In the time since Finland, Sweden, and Sealand had left, we had made it to Augsburg and then some. We managed to walk from Augsburg to Bamberg, Germany. Taking about four days... I think. I've stopped keeping track.
      "Hey, looks like there's a trading post down there." Mathias said pointing at huddled tents in the valley of a few surrounding hills. "Maybe we can trade something for food!"
      "What do we have that anyone else would want that we don't need?" I asked slightly annoyed.
      He shrugged "extra blankets?" He swiftly slid down the hill and waited for me. I had to sit on my ass and scoot my way down which was not fun and very demeaning.
      Once I was down, we headed for the tents.

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I'm sorry for such a short chapter, but writers block sucks and I already had this written so i thought that I'd post it so you wouldn't have to go soooooo long without another one.