The Flood- Undergoing Some Editing And Stuff

Same Time Tomorrow

I woke up to a day like any other, but I had been pondering on a few questions concerning a certain... person.

I ate a little something, slung my bag on my shoulder, and headed out to the tree. When I got there, I made Nutmeg sit on the ground at the base of the tree. I climbed up to a branch angled at where the boy always came from. It was about ten to twelve feet off the ground, great for dropping down. Then, I waited.

It wasn't too long before he came through the brush on the opposite side of where I was facing. He seemed to have spotted the puppy near the base of the tree. The look on his face was of confusion. He started walking towards her. As soon as he passed my spot I dropped down behind him.

The boy swiftly turned around, swinging his fist too fast for me to react. It landed squarely on my jaw, knocking my head back. I pulled out my knife and held it out for protection.

"Who do you think you are?" I asked, scarily calm.

"Well, excuse me for protecting myself," he countered, his voice a low growl.

"Why... how are you here?" I questioned.

"I live here. How are you here? I'm pretty sure the storm wiped out the whole village that was here."

"Well, boy do I have news for you," I said, my voice lowered like his. "I'm the only survivor."

"Well, now there's two of us," he said, straightening up from his fighting position. He then asked, "What's your name, girl?" He still had his voice at a lower volume level, but it lost its growl.

"Larkspur, Larkspur Nova. Yours?" I asked, still crouched.

"Aster Sharp. Now, if you would put your blade away, I would feel much less threatened."

I hesitated, then put it back in my bag. All the while, I never took my eyes off him. Now that he was up close, I could see his eyes were green with silver specks near the pupil. He was at least two inches taller than me, which irritated me. He could look down on me, and I had to tilt my head up slightly to look at him

"You better be here, I have more questions for you," I replied.

"Of course." And he was gone.

"Well, Nutmeg, let's go to the shelter."

We started back, the rest of the morning uneventful. We reached our little camp, and I was ready for a nap. I crawled into the shelter and lay down. Soon I was asleep.

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When I awoke, the sun was low in the sky. Great. I thought. This ment I would be up all night, which wasn't actually that bad. I could always fascinate myself with the stars.

I stayed up for more than half the night, stargazing. I traced the patterns of the sky over and over again. When I began to become tiered, I walked into the shelter and lay down to sleep with Nutmeg.

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I woke at the normal time, ready to go back and ask some more questions. The trip to the tree was scenic like always. Birds singing, sun shining, a slight breeze slipping through the forest. The weather has been amazing for the past few days following the storm.

  I hid in the bushes by the clearing, waiting for the boy, Aster, to appear. If I stood in the open, he might not show himself. Of course he showed up right on time, seeming hesitant at first. Then seeing that I wasn't there, he went to the stream. I walked up, not close enough to be punched, but close enough to startle.

"Glad you could make it," I greeted. He jumped and turned to face me.

He sighed. "And here I was, hoping you wouldn't show up. Well, ask away," he prompted, his arms spread wide.