Living for What?

Chapter 10

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Chapter 11

Everyone was already up and munching on our breakfast when I groggily opened my eyes. I could smell the oats. I hated those cold, fucking bits of trash. I would give up Bor to not have to eat those things.

"Oh, good, you're awake," Mom said as I pulled myself up and sat down at the polished mahogany table. Gabe sat to my right, happily munching away. How can this kid be smiling while eating cold oats? It's just preposterous. Mom recognized my incredulous look.

"Fine. Just don't eat then." Reluctantly, I snatched a bowl. The table was eerily quiet. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Diane, you know we have to go. Today," Clementine said. Mom's eyes shot up, with her fork stuck straight up in her oats.

I saw them hold a stare. Clementine's glare was unchanging. She was prepared for whatever shit might go down, but Mom knew better. She held it for a bit, but dropped it.

"We'll just quickly leave with our stuff. This place is tapped. We aren't getting any better since we got here, and we really need some more food other than these goddamn awful oats. We'll all be dead sooner or later. D.C. isn't going to fall into our laps, so we're gonna boot it," Clementine argued very well. Mom nodded with closed eyes.

"Alright! It's decided. We'll leave in ten minutes," Javier ordered. I picked up everyone's dishes and brought them to the sink.

We had walked for about twenty minutes. There were no motorized vehicles in sight, not even a bike. There was no choice but to put our foot to the pavement.

After a while, after more steps than I could count, we reached the strip center of shops Mom, Gabe and I had searched earlier that week.

"This is the place. All the stuff here is gone. We should push further north," I announced.

"Do we know of anything that's out there?"

"No. It could be nothing but trees, but there could be a town up ahead. We have enough supplies to last a couple of days, at least," I shrugged. Javier nodded.

We walked for a while, past the shops. Mom stopped into one of them to grab more chocolate. It was almost like a joke at this point.

We passed the strip center and pushed north, into woods. Exactly my prediction. The forest line covered our sight for miles across, and we didn't know how deep the forest ran. It could run all the way to the Potomac. "Well," Gabe said. "Do we just walk through it?"

"I guess we do." Javier replied.

"Are we sure? I mean, we don't know how deep this forest is, or what is inside of it. We should at least talk about it," mom interrupted. She's being cautious.

"The highway loops back around, we couldn't reach it for a while, and, maybe this forest is just a couple feet deep. We really don't know, and we can't really go another way for a while. It's worth going through now, and if we stick together, we can get through it." Javier gave that little speech confidently. I couldn't help but agree. "So it's settled. Let's go." Mom nodded and pulled out her pistol, as did Gabe and Clementine. I unsheathed Bor and held the firm wood in my hands, the soft oak balancing well against my fingers. So, with the abandoned strip mall behind us and the forest ahead, we plunged in.

I stepped over a bush and made it into the thick, humid treeline. Everyone was spread out in a horizontal line, with Javier and Gabe at the ends, and Clementine to my left, and Javier to my right. We all had enough space, but were close enough to speak at a normal tone and hear each other. Especially since the forest was very quiet. The only sound was the brushing of the trees in the soft afternoon breeze.