Ersandor/Jassian One-Shots

I survived (2)

I was hardly dragging my feet on the sand. Because of the heat, my tears were dried on my face and, most important, I was thirsty. I wasn't even at the quarter of the way to the non-destroyed part of the planet and I was in an even worse condition. I wasn't going to lay down, because who knows if I will be able to get up from there. I still had my arms around me and continued walking. I somehow felt that I was being followed, but I convinced myself that I was followed by the spirits of my fellow members of Rogue One after I've turned millions of times back to check. Even if there were stormtroopers, there's no reason of me fighting them now. They could just put me back in the jail on Wobani and I wouldn't have any problem.

My thoughts kept wonderring about my lost friends, my lost family and Cassian the following days. I made it to the unharmed part, but I needed to find a ship. I ate whatever plants I found and I knew they were eatable. My wounds weren't healing at all, maybe getting even worse.

It was the sixth day from when I woke from the beach. I heard someone moving through the plants a few meters away from me. I crawled as quietly as I could and looked through the leaves: another man was putting some plants that he cut near his camp. He wasn't well at all: his moves where slow and he was grunting at every single one of them. His was big, bigger than me. His sleeve was a light brown covered in blood on the right part of it. If I could kill him, I could take his food and I could make sure that he won't kill me. I slowly took my fighting stick out of the holster of my long gone blaster. I waited for the right moment when he was turned around and was cutting some other plants. I got out of my hidding spot and as he turned around, I hit him in the head with my stick, then his leg and he fell on the ground, facing the sky. He was grunting hardly. He looked at me, me at him, still holding my stick pointed at him. He had black hair, with a beard and a big nose. He reminded me of Cassian. Even if tears wanted to go down my cheeks, I kept my straight face on. He was examinating my face. He then looked up at me in total shock. "Jyn?" He asked slowly, his vocal chords not being able to make the sound that he wanted. Then I realised...

"Cassian?"