Defying Death

Chapter 10

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I wake up by falling off the branch, scraping my arm and twisting my ankle. Luckily during the night, Flav must have taken Beatha as she didn't fall with me, thank god. I wince as I try to get up and put weight on my injured ankle.

I hear a small thump but pay no mind to it. I feel arms scoop under my armpits and prop me upright. My reflex comes over me and I lash out kicking backward at the person's crotch.

"Ouch" They groan, oops it's Flav.

"I knew you were mad at me but that hurt like a doe". He must have thought I did it purposely, well he can think what he wants, he deserved it. His knees were bent in an awkward angle and his hands were up in a surrender signal. My lips twitch in amusement.

He growls "it isn't funny". My face turns into a frown. As if noticing his mistake his eyes widen and a muscle twitches in his jaw.

He sighs, "sorry", he mumbles with a defeated puppy face expression.

"Hmf," I said putting my nose in the air, I hobbled over to Beatha and tied her to my back like the past two days.

"How are we going to find them?" he asked.

"They'll find us" I replied ominously shrugging.

"Helpful" he muttered and I pretended not to hear.

He pushed his shaggy blond hair off his face, his slightly slanted greeny-grey eyes looked at the floor as if ashamed. I try to limp but cringe and make a face, seeing this Flav pulls an arm around me so that I can put some of my weight on him. I grumble but oblige. As we make our slow process I ponder about how we will find them as we made slow and feeble process taking long drink breaks so that I could rest my ankle.

I lean on him as little as I can not show weakness and if we somehow come across an obstacle and I somehow can't get past it, he isn't the walking dead enough to carry on with Beatha.

I stumble and spasm as I fall to the ground dragging Flavius to the ground with me. My sore ankle is not screaming from the agony and torture. But my first thought isn't to rush to my own aid but to rather see if Beatha hurt herself. I untangle her from the rag like blanket and am glad to see that there is no swelling but the rough ride seemed to have woken her up. She stares at me with a twist expression and I apologize and lull her back to dreamland.

Now that I have made sure she was okay I looked at my mangled leg. I seem to have stepped on a simple homemade rabbit trap consisting of only sharp barbed wire and a heavy stick camouflaged with the tall glass so you could only see a small glisten from the wire if you angled your head.

I see raw skin ripped clean of old skin and see blood oozing out rather fastly. When I see the disgusting sight I grunt and try to disentangle my foot out of the barbed wire without it digging into my flesh even more. I put pressure on my wound from the ends trying not to slice my flesh any deeper on the wire but it doesn't stop the blood just pours out of the gaps my hands staining.

"Well at least it wasn't my other foot and then I would have been maimed on both feet" I try to joke, "at least I will be able to lean on you again to limp" I add.

Flavius makes a sound of disbelief "you think you are going to be able to travel in with this injury, you would faint of blood loss." Then all of a sudden he is on the floor wiped out cold. I gasp and get whiplash as I try to spy the attacker.

"Hey there little rabbit aren't you a little cutie," says a nasal voice. I look back to see a skinny boy that has a rat-like face with a crooked nose. I wanted to punch his face straight away not that I am usually violent- but judging by his nose others had the same idea and had already done the favor.