Kiddnaped by Cannibals

Seventeen

○BECCA○

Michael wrapped me in a hug careful enough not to touch the burns.
"If we use each others body heat it's more likely for us to live longer, until someone finds us." He explained, as I could see the breath escape his lips.
"W... why did you come b...back?" I shivered.
"Because you saved me, I wouldn't be a good person if I didn't return the favor, and anyway I couldn't let you be my knight in shining armour, it would ruin my manly pride." He said causing me to laugh, wincing after.
"Unfortunately, I don't think it matters at this moment." I said.
"True." He agreed I could feel him shivering beside me.
"I find it funny." I admitted.
"Pardon?" He questioned confusion drowning his voice.
"I spent five days being burned, and now I'm going to freeze to death." I chuckled.
"You aren't going to freeze to death." He assured, when I just sighed, another warm breath leaving my body into the bone chilling air that surrounded us.
"Michael... can I ask you a favor? "I whispered.
"Sure." He responded.
"Tell my family I'm sorry, and I love them." I said. He separated from the hug to look down at me enough to look at my face.
"You aren't going to die." He told me, I smiled faintly.
"Well if I eat a bad banana on the way back then, can you tell them?" I asked. Coming up with some random humorous reason to how I could die.
"Fine, but only if there's a bad banana involved because you aren't going to die here." He announced. We both returned to the hug, he unzipped his jacket that made him look like he was overweight, and wrapped it around me, the jacket was surprisingly big enough to hold us plinth inside while it was zipped up then again it was basically just him and a bag of bones, in a way I'd be surprised if we didn't both fit. His cold flesh gave a relief to the burning that had never seemed to stop on my arms. My eyes grew heavy as I fought to keep them open. A war between life and death, if I had come up with these ideas in a dream instead of real life, I'd write a story, poem , so I could release my thoughts on paper, but now all I could release was what little warmth I had inside of me into the cold air surrounding us. Eventually I gave up trying. Once I was so intoxicated by life to realize death existed and now, I sat here accepting death as an escape from the aching pain of holding on to life.

"hey wake up, you can't give up on me yet!" Michael yelled at me causing me to jolt upright, sleep sleeping from my eyes. The sound of crunching gravel , and movement caused my heart to fall in my chest.

"They're here, he's going to kill me Las going to kill me" I panicked trying to hide into the coat, hoping it would give me hidden shelter.

" HENRY! I think I found them!" a man's

voice echoed from outside of the truck.

" Becca it's the police, it's okay, you're safe now." Michael assured me as the truck door opened.

"Becca?" A familiar voice asked.