Devastation

11. Broken

After having a restless sleep, I wake up again. It's pretty hot today. It has been getting hotter over the past few weeks. Nothing really has happened these past few weeks, except One and I traveling around the base, inside and outside.

She wanted me to see what the mutant city was like from her view. No one looked her in the eye as she walked through the broken streets and openly spoke to me on her shoulder. I wonder if that is from respect, or fear?

Snapping back into the present, I look up. The red sky is a cherry color and the sun is an orange dot. The heat would be unbearable if it weren't for it always being like this ever since the fallout happened.

Now that I am thinking about it, I feel that I have been sleeping more than surviving, maybe that's from being under Ones protection.

I yawn and move to stretch. Once I finish stretching, I look around. One is on her back, splayed out like a starfish on the ground, I'm on her chest. We aren't by the building we usually are though, now we sit directly in the front of a different building I've never seen before.

I fell asleep first. She must've crashed awhile after walking me around all day yesterday. I've never seen her this deep in sleep, she's even snoring.

I get up and look at One and then back at the building. Putting a hand up to my neck to scratch an itch under my collar, I feel something drawing my attention to the building for some reason. I feel an urge to check it out.

I don't want to accidentally be crushed from trying to wake her up and ask her where we are. I need to be careful.

I carefully climb off of her massive body. If I am not careful I will brake a bone or two from the height. Sliding down onto the blackened dirt, I push myself up and start my way towards the mysterious building. There is no noise, the silence is deafening. With a gulp I take smaller steps as a feeling of dread seeps into me.

With there being so much danger in this survival of the fittest world, it's very dangerous to do anything. But to stand around and do nothing is just waiting for the inevitable. So it can't hurt to just look at this building.

I now stand in front of the opening of the dilapidated building. There's now a small breeze blowing around me. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck raise and I instinctively look around frantically. Upon looking to my left, I am met with a tall slender figure. Before I can run, something grabs my collar and I feel multiple arms wrap around me, one hand covers my mouth. I thrash around, but the mystery figures holding me keep me still.

The tall slender figure raises a finger to its lips, or where they should have been. It's face was bare, void of any distinctive features. There were no eyes, no mouth, no nose, or ears. It's body was bare too, void of any hair and it has pale white skin that made it look as if it didn't have blood flowing through its body. It could almost pass as a mannequin from back in the old days, but mannequins don't move.

The figure lowers its hand down and tilts its head to the side. A quiet ringing sound rings out in the space, but just barely. Before I know it, the mystery arms tighten and hoist me up, whisking me off my feet by all the arms and low whispering can be heard. I am then raised up and brought into the building.

It is pitch black and stuffy. I don't know what is worse, the smell of death or the overwhelming quietness that this place is. Not even whoever is carrying me is making a single sound, my breathing seemingly disturbs this place. I feel my body tilt back.

Are we moving up?

I see a light up ahead. A window, I think. As we pass it, I see One still sleeping soundly.