When We All Go

Chapter six

Day six.

A pebble fell onto my head, waking me from a fevered dream. I glance over at Jac. He is asleep, hopefully.

It's been around four days without eating. The average person can last up to twenty-nine days without eating if you don't do any exerting of themselves. I never felt so alone. But I'm used to being alone. Alone is what I wanted. But then he had to come along. He had to try and be the best person possible. He had to come along and start caring for me.

I lean back and stared at the top of our dome. It was low enough that neither Jac nor I can stand up without bending nearly two. But just high enough that I can not touch it from my position on the puddle of the ground. I glance at my foot stuck under the rubble. The skin you can see is purple.

I lean forward, ignoring the pain coming from everywhere. I hook my good hand's fingers underneath the rubble crushing my foot. Closing my eyes and breathing deeply, I pulled with all my strength. I pulled my leg, and my foot popped out. In more than one way. Sure I got it out of the rubble... and its socket.

I let out a low scream of pain as I dislocated my ankle. Jac is suddenly awake and right beside me.

"What's wrong?!" He asks, panicked.

"Got My foot out," I manage to gasp out.

He splashes his way over to my injured foot, gently picking it up to inspect the damage.

My mind explodes, in my head, a voice is screaming, Man touching you.

My reflexes kick in and I yank my bad foot away. And using my good leg, I kick him in the groin.

Jac lets out a yelp of pain, quickly giving me my space.

"Swazi, I'm sorry," Jac says softly, raising his hands so I can see them.

My head slowly wraps itself around the fact that it's Jac. He's trying to help me not hurt me. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, clearing my mind.

"It's okay, Jac," I say, rubbing my face with a hand.

"You sure?" Jac asks, shifting ever so slightly closer to me. His soft brown eyes on my face. I turn my strange eyes on him, staring him right in the face.

"It's fine Jac. Old habits die hard I guess," I say.

He lets a slow smile crept across his face.

"I'm not sure I'd call kicking guys in the groin a habit, but that's just one man's opinion."

I scowled at him.

"Don't make me do it again," I Threatened. I glanced down at my mangled foot. I was very aware of Jac peering over my shoulder.

"That looks like it hurts," Jac says weakly.

"That's because it does hurt," I snap back. I sigh as I rub my eyes with dirty hands.

"Sorry, I guess the hunger is getting to my head sooner than I thought," I say

Jac nods and moves away.

"Next time I go fall asleep, please try not to hurt yourself," He says, frowning at me.

"Yeah sure," I say, scowling at him. "At least I got my foot out."

But Jac is done arguing with me, so I just give it up. My head is pounding, my body is aching with pain. I'm cold and hungry.

I wonder what the world is like outside. Is it in ruins? Or is it rebuilding?

"You alright there Swazi?"

Jac's voice yanks me out of my daze.

"Yeah," I say, slurring my words. My vision is strangely blurry. The pounding in my headache grows louder until it's the only thing I can hear and feel. I see a blurry Jac saying something, but I can't hear him. Next thing I know, My head is in his lap and I'm staring up into his hazy face. I know his slapping my face, trying to wake me, but all I can feel is the rhythmic pounding of my head. And with that, my vision goes all together and I slip into the peaceful bliss of head trauma.