My civilisation (D.D)

Twenty six: Water bottles.

It was bound to rain soon.

It had to rain.

My breaths were becoming deeper as I dragged my feet along the gravel tiredly.

Instead of being in the front I was trailing behind the group walking next to Rosita who would clean my broken nose for me every few hours.

I didn't know Rosita that well but we were a like in a lot of ways. We were both feisty, snappy and sassy. We got along well.

As we scraped our feet along the gravel that felt hard under our aching bones our jaws all dropped when we saw water bottles filled with fresh water in front of us.

Walking closer to the bottles we all looked at each other unsure of what to do.

Now this is what you call temptation.

We were all dying of thirst and craved a droplet of water but why would there randomly be a series of bottled water in front of us?

This was fucking strange.

Shrugging Eugene picked up the bottled water and uncapped it about to take a swallow of the clear water until Abraham swatted his hand and knocked the bottle flying out of his hand.

Clearly no one was going to drink this

Well that's a damn shame.

And then it was like our preys had been answered.

Because at that moment we heard a clap of thunder and the heavens opened up.

Rain began to pour from the grey rain clouds which echoed with thunder.

Laughing we all opened our arms and our mouths enjoying this blessing.

Dragging me down with her Rosita laid down next to Tara on the gravel embracing the rain with open arms.

Laughing she nudged me to join in and I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped my lips.

Rosita had been making me laugh for the last week, trying to cheer my miserable self up. I don't know how but I'm pretty sure the group some how knew about mine and Daryl's split.

Carol, the poor women was torn between the two of us however three days ago I told her to look after Daryl for me for I knew he would let no other person in.

I myself had been spending most of my time with Rosita and Avery.

These last few days we had all been miserable but myself and Daryl were by far the worst. We would always leave randomly and come back with puffy eyes.