The Dying Generation

Chapter Thirty-One

I could hear whispering, and I felt movement. I barely cracked an eye open, no matter how much my eyes did not want to open, being so tired.

"Alton, I have to go home. Here, you can take her." I felt I was being shifted, being passed onto Alton. Being swapped from Parker's warm hands, to Alton's slightly cooler hands.

"K, I'll see you tomorrow." Alton nodded, going over to one side of the room to where there was a little bed made up on the floor for him. I tried to keep my eyes mostly closed to pretend I was still asleep but at some points, I cracked my eye open to see what was happening.

I could feel Alton try to easily lower himself to the ground. Trying his best not to wake me, however he did not do a very good job since it was still a bit rough and it was actually waking me up slightly more. When he got himself situated, he moved me to be on top of his chest, both hands cupped over top me. I cracked an eye open, since the view of me he was getting was not of my face. I saw Parker was already gone and the only other people left in the room, other than me and Alton, was Sal and Nick. They were talking to each other.

"Hey, do you mind if I stay the night tonight?" Nick asked Sal.

"Are you gonna mess with her again?" Sal pointed his thumb over his shoulder at me.

I closed my eyes quickly when they glanced back in my direction.

"No, no. I'm not doing that anymore. That's just something my parents raised me into doing. I've been having, other problems with them.." I heard Nick awkwardly say, but he was trying to keep his voice low.

I barely opened an eye to be sure they weren't looking in my direction. When I had no attention, I opened my eyes even more to watch what they were doing.

"Are they still trying to force you to be a cannibal?" Sal asked him.

Nick didn't answer, just avoided eye contact about two times before working the courage up to actually look Sal in the eyes.

Sal huffed.
"Sure, make your spot in that corner then. I'm about to go to bed myself." Sal walked out the room.

Nick went towards the closet, retrieving blankets, quilts, and pillows from an upper shelf. He turned the light in the closet out and brought it over to another side of the room. Dropping all the stuff he had collected onto the floor, and then just collapsing onto it.

I took this time to go ahead and close my eyes once again, trying to go back to sleep.

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I awoke, sitting up and yawning. I pulled my glasses off of my face to rub at my eyes.

I looked around the room, Sal wasn't around.
Nick.. was still here.. I remembered something him and Sal were talking about last night. Hearing something about Nick being forced into being a cannibal by his parents. Sal said that Nick choice to remain a Novian.

It was a bit confusing..
Nick was born into a family of cannibals, but Sal said he wanted to remain Novian..
wouldn't Nick already be a cannibal if he was born into that family?

I don't know, that's something I'll have to ask Alton about later. I looked behind me, finding myself still sitting on Alton's chest while he played on a phone.
Wait. Wasn't his phone cut off? And if he's doing something on a phone, couldn't they track it?