Closer to the End

Chapter 6

Day 146

Entry 5, March 20

Dear Friends,

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I pressed my back against the wall. I glanced over to Leo, who was curled up in the corner. His eyes were puffy. He must still be thinking about Tal. Poor guy.

My eyes felt heavy, they would stagger lightly.  My vision is very blurry. I was already tired before and had a giant headache. I rubbed my temples, hoping I wouldn't throw up. I looked up at the time and saw it was 5:05 AM on Saturday. I had been awake since 6:00AM on Friday. No wonder I was exhausted.

"How you holding up?" I looked over to my right and saw Bryson had sat down beside me. I didn't even notice.

"Fine" I grumbled. He cocked a brow.

"Oh? Your eye's can't seem to focus, are you sure you're alright."

"I'm fine-" Bryson put his wrist on my forehead. I just stared at it. My eyes feel strained. He pulled away. "You are quite hot."

"Why did you use your wrist? Don't people usually use their hands" Bryson chuckled.

"Because someone once told me that your hand isn't accurate, because some hands are more immune to heat, making it hard to detect fevers. The wrist is sensitive, so it is much more accurate." He gave me a warm smile. I scratched the back of my head out of a nervous habit.

"I guess I'm the one that said that, huh." To bad I don't remember it.

"You've told me many inspiring things, you inspire me." I felt myself get a little hot. This was new.  Before I could say something Bryson cuts me off.

"Oh well, you should be heading to rest for awhile."

"But I'm fine!" And just like that, my body betrayed me. I let out a loud yawn. I covered my mouth to stop myself from yawning. It's impossible.

"You aren't tired my ass." Bryson grabbed my head and gently placed me onto his shoulder.

"The other's are setting up beds, so we don't have anywhere to rest currently, so you can use me." I felt myself getting hotter then before. I'm not used to this kind of thing! I shifted my head to hide my face. I didn't want him to see it. However, his shoulder was, comforting.

I don't know how, or why, but I was able to fall asleep.

Not for long however.

I felt cold. Really cold. My back was sore. I was laying on concrete. No wonder. I sat up and opened my eyes. It was pitch black. Was I still dreaming? I heard groaning in front of me. I reached out and felt hair, then something like fabric. Fabric... James' bandana!

"James!" I shook him awake. He groaned again and sat up.

"Lola? What time is it?"

"I don't have a fucking clock genius." I could hear moving around, but I couldn't see a thing. James got up and I felt him feeling around. I heard the sound of metal. Soon, light was introduced. Jame's found the door. But soon he slammed the door shut.

"What?"

"Someone is outside-" Suddenly the door was banged into at full force. Jame's staggered back. I pulled the knife out of my pocket and got ready for a fight. James pulled out his weapon. The door soon came bursting open and someone I've never seen before charges at me.