Perilous

Chapter 28

As days passed by, so did the months and followed the seasons. It felt like years have gone by each time I blink and I'm disappointed I'm not elderly and dead by now. "Keeping Low" isn't something that's a top priority for me, but Peter insists it's the best way to stay alive, even here. Tristan doesn't have to worry much about being noticed, he shaved off his black curls leaving his hair short but long enough to have small locks here and there. So, it's only me hiding out in the same place since the day Jamal had assured me he's the reason my life was stripped away from me since a young age.

Tristan and I stayed in the same hallway Peter did, nobody was really allowed to come around unless they worked directly under him. Which means for me I, at least get to get out into the hallway and pace around for a change instead of my bedroom.

I despised it here, Tristan knew better than anybody. We've grown even closer than I ever thought we could. So I suppose that's something I can be glad about. The plan from the beginning - not that we had one coming in - was to find a place to hide for the night. Not 6 god damn months. Right after the night we got here, patrol tanks surrounded each camp sight in the near proximity of Perilous' base and Jamal's.

They were looking for me.

And to Peter's knowledge, they still are. So much so, there might be spies even here, waiting for me.

Everyday was the same. Tristan's alarm waking up not just him but me too at 6 in the morning. I eventually got used to it, but it was tough considering I never actually got to get out in the morning, but he did. Tristan worked somewhere "downtown" helping people move things around some job Peter put him on. I, on the other hand, read. I read a book each morning finishing by the afternoon. They all differed from one another, some history, other by some philosophers own the older days. Other than that I had the small static radio. I tried no to listen to it too much, all that would come out of it was news about Jamal.

Never about him.

I've come numb to it all, losing what I once had. I never let myself think about it, what happened or what is happening now. I've finally come to terms with it all, with myself. The past 5 months, I don't even remember. Though I'll get flashbacks some days about my darkest moments. Sometimes it's too much but Tristan got rid of all the alcohol and opioids that were around the apartment.

But, when night fall finally came, it was my time to shine. I felt free. With a hoodie covering my face, I got to walk out into the world without a care, be there till the sun came back up and before the alarm would ring. Just doing what I felt like. But again, it wasn't much. I couldn't go anywhere outside of the base. Not until our soldiers from perilous were all gathered together and we knew every step it'll take to take over Jamal again.

It's all I ever thought about.

I forced myself to stop thinking too deeply about the situation, it never ended good on my side. That's when I heard the front door open, revealing Tristan.

"Hey, got off earlier today." He said to me, accent still thick.

"Wonderful." I replied back sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes and began to walk into the kitchen.

"Don't expect to find anything, its quite empty." I said to him, eyes still focused on the novel in hand.

"Noah didn't come by with the food package?" Tristan asked.

"No, probably slow day."

"Yeah well i'm not going to go hungry because they can't do their damn job. Let's go."

At this, I looked up at him, in complete surprise. It wasn't even close to sunset.

"What? You're serious?" I eagerly asked him.