I found a boy my age trying to run away from the undead, but he smacked headfirst into a tree. I couldn't help it, I laughed. Of course, I saved him too.
He's been stuck to my hip ever since, which isn't so bad when most of the human race is made u...
I focused on the moving target, drew back the slingshot until it was taunt, breathed in and exhaled, letting the rock hit its mark. I was quick to hit the other fish that tried to swim away.
I rolled up my pant legs and ambled towards my catch. I was getting tired of eating canned food and beef jerky, so I decided to fish and practice using the slingshot I got from when Lyn and I raided the camp two days ago.
Plus, Lyn mentioned that she loved seafood, so I just had to get some. No questions asked. I worked on skinning and gutting the two fish, then stabbing them on sticks to roast.
I got an extra pot, filled it up with river water and washed my hands far away from the river. I wouldn't want to contaminate the water. It'll make the fish taste bad.
After making sure my hands didn't smell like fish guts, I climbed the treehouse to wake Lyn up. Hopefully she was up. She always woke up earlier than me, but today she slept until noon. I figured that she was still tired from what happened yesterday, but I was getting worried since she still hadn't had breakfast.
I found her wrapped in blankets and I paused for a minute, staring at her sleeping face. I still couldn't understand how someone could look so beautiful. She was just really pretty—way prettier than the women I saw on posters and billboards back when pops drove into the city.
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I saw the bandage wrapped around her shoulder and I couldn't help but wince. I did that.
When I saw her sitting on the floor and clutching her bleeding shoulder, it felt like someone knocked the wind out my lungs. It hurt seeing her suffer and I wanted nothing more than to take the wound from her and put it on me, but knowing her, she'd just smile and wave me off. She was nice like that.
I grabbed her uninjured shoulder and retracted my hand. Her skin was hot. I laid my hand on her forehead and frowned. She was burning up—she had a fever.
I grabbed some bottled water and shook her shoulders, all the while calling her name. I saw her eyes flutter open and she stared at me and said in a raspy voice, "Tommy, I don't feel so good."
"You have a fever."
"Oh, then could you get some water from the river and bring me something to wipe myself with. Also, can I have something to eat please?"
I nodded and went back down to fetch everything she asked for. When I came back up, I saw her sitting down and examining her shoulder wound. She looked at me and grimaced, saying. "It's infected."
She took some water from the bottle, wetted a piece of cotton from the first aid kit and tried to clean her wound. She redressed it before collapsing back into her sleeping bag. I sat next to her, unsure of what to do.
She looked at me, her eyes pleading as she asked, "help me eat?"
I lifted her from the back and made her lean on my chest, while I took one of the fishes that I cooked and held it up to her lips. She wordlessly ate everything and drank some water before going back to sleep.
