Day nine.
"HEY LADY WAKE UP!" Greta yells into my ear. I open my eyes to see that it is dark. They had started a fire. Greta was holding some clean clothes out for me.
"So that you don't have to stay in those dirty gross wet ones," She says. I took them and nodded my thanks and she let me be. Greta had given me a pair of black jeans, clean underwear, a clean bra, and an oversized dark blue jumper. I kicked off my filthy soggy shoes and socks, pulled off my wet clothing and quickly changed.
My feet made slapping sounds as I walked towards the fire. Blake and Greta looked up at me when I came limping into view.
I Sat down hard, in between Greta and Jac. My left ankle was swollen and purple.
"How are you feeling?" Blake asks, handing me some gauze to wrap my ankle in.
"Like I spent a week in a crater," I answer. I try to wrap my ankle with one hand but it doesn't quite work.
"Here, let me help," Jac says softly. He holds the gauze in place as I wrap it.
When we finish, Blake hands me some food. An apple, and a few slices of bread.
"Eat it so slowly or-" She began, but I cut off.
"Or I'll throw it up, I know. This isn't the first time I've gone a week without eating."
Blake recoils,
"Oh," Is all she says.
"So," I say, taking a bite of the apple, "Do we know what the bloody hell happened? And where is everybody!? It's like a ghost camp."
Greta starts laughing softly.
"Earthquakes, and we don't know. We found it like this," She says.
"You haven't found anyone? How about bodies?" I ask, finishing a slice of bread.
"We've found bodies, but no live souls besides you two," Blake says, pointing at Jac and Me.
"Huh. That's kind of odd. You'd think someone would have survived," I say.
"We wouldn't know, Once the activity centre began to collapse, Greta and I got trapped in one of the cabins for five days, then we finally got out we found it like this, then we found you," Blake says.
An uncomfortable silence falls.
"So are you guys..." Blake points at me and Jac and makes a gesture that I don't understand. Neither does Jac.
"What?" He asks.
"Are you guys like siblings, girlfriend and Boyfriend, father and daughter or just friends?" She asks.
I had just taken a bite of my apple when she asked this and I spat it all over Jac in surprise.
"W-what?! Boyfriend?!" I stutter.
Jac wipes apple bits off his healing face.
"No, we're not related or in any relationship. We just... know each other." Jac clarifies.
"Oh," Blake says again.
"Well, I'm tired! So we should all go to sleep, but I'm not sleeping out here in the cold. So let's go back to the cabin!" Greta says suddenly.
She jumps to her feet smiling and offers me a hand. I take it and she pulls me to my feet.
"Come on! It's going to rain soon!" Greta wines at Blake and Jac.
Sighing, Blake gets to her feet and puts out the fire.
"Fine," She says with gritted teeth.
The cabin is warmer. Noticeably warmer.
It took at least two hours for Greta to finally settle down and fall asleep. Soon after that Blake and Jac also fell into slumber. It just left me awake. I had my eyes closed to give the illusion that I was asleep so that no one would bother me. It's been an hour since everyone has gone to sleep, but I still hear someone shuffling around in the cabin. Probably Greta or Blake. Maybe even Jac. I listen to cursing and stumbling of the person as they make their way around the cabin. It's a male voice, but it doesn't sound like Jac...
Someone touches my left thigh, and I opened my eyes to see a man that is not Jac.
Porter.
I yelp and kick out with my good leg, hitting Porter in the chest.
"Stupid girl!" He growls, grabbing at me.
"What's going on Swaziland?" Jac's voice asks from the darkness around me.
"Jac, Help!" I nearly scream at him.
"Is this my replacement? You should know better Swazi, you can't replace me," Porter snarls, yanking me to my feet. But before he can do any more, Jac tackles Porter from the side sending them flying. Porter lets go of me, and I stumble away, limping on my dislocated ankle.
"Swazi Run!" Jac yells at me.
He doesn't need to tell me twice. I find my through the thick blackness to the door and run into the rain of the night at a full sprint.
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When We All Go
Teen FictionI 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. **** Swazi is a cold character. Most people would...
