Alive | ør | Asleep •Jyler• 2/2

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Warnings: dramatic, depressing thoughts.

It about to get crazy!

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• Asleep •

Saturday, 5:30 PM.

Finally, after standing and anxiously waiting for the siren to scream, they could trudge their ways home and continue their miserable lives.

Jenna eased herself down onto the board, Tyler slowly grasping his fingers around the dirty pillow case. His fingers ached at the constant pulling, but that didn't stop him from rolling the poorly working wheels on the pebbling ground.

Anything to keep Jenna healthy.

It was for Jenna.

It's for Jenna.

He had to keep repeatedly telling himself that so he wouldn't totally give up.

Although they weren't late to anything specifically, it had been known that if Jenna walked too much her back would start to hurt, and if you get back problems during a pregnancy then there's not much you can do except sit in bed and wait until birth or else it would hurt not only your back but the baby as well

So, Tyler pulled her both ways. It was just 10 minutes. But honestly, the further he went, pulling her along the side walk, he had discovered that he couldn't do it anymore. He was weak, and not only that, it was also emotionally and physically draining to stand in one spot, anticipating and fearing who else might be gone.

He just wanted to give up.

"You alright?" Jenna asked, and Tyler looked up from the ground to her, just now realizing that he had stopped moving.

Tyler sighed, "yeah," he seemed unsure, his eyes darting around the rundown street. He felt like crying, and hiding in their small bedroom until he died. That was sort of odd for him. He usually was okay on Saturdays. He would go to the head count and come home, trying his hardest not to think of the miserable experience. But when the sun went down, all he had time for was thinking, and he wouldn't sleep one wink. Everything would hit him like a storm on Sunday, and he would feel the worst than any other day of the week. But not today. His emotions were too strong to leave to the side until later. So, Jenna lifted herself from the board and hugged him the best she could.

"I can walk." She whispered, and Tyler leaned his forehead on her shoulder, his headache he had from the headcount still full force through his skull, adding to the pain he felt. He nodded, deciding not to answer because he felt like breaking down into sobs.

Jenna took the pillow case from Tyler's hands and grasped his hand in her left as she began tugging the small wagon and Tyler through the street towards the big building just out of view.

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Once shower's were taken, and pjs were put on, they slipped in the bed.

Tyler placed his hand on her belly, his eyes felt warm as if the tears were about to rush to them. "I'm sorry I got you pregnant."

Jenna furrowed her eyes, looking over at him confusingly. That was a little odd of him to say. "Why?"

Tyler shrugged, "No one should have to grow up here." He mumbled, leaning his forehead on the side of her chest. "I don't want her to have to experience this. I don't want you to have to experience this, but it's just- it's out of my control. And I hate it." He took a deep breath, and Jenna rubbed his back soothingly.

"I agree. I don't like this either, but this baby is our purpose of living. We can't sit around and wish it never happened, just because of the world we're living in. I worked hard for her, and I plan on giving her everything I can to make her grow up healthy and perfect. I don't care what I have to do, and I know you'll do the same because you already do so much already."

Tyler nodded, the aching in his chest decreasing the tiniest bit. She was right. There was no use wishing or wailing about what's to come. Jenna was ready to fight for their daughter, and make sure she grew up safe and healthy, and Tyler was too.

Whatever he had to do he would do it. No matter what.

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Tyler woke to a gasp and a groan, his eyes darting towards Jenna in worry. Her back was turned from him so he lifted himself off the sheets and put his hand on her hip. "You alright?"

Jenna nodded, "I just had a bad dream." She took a deep breath.

"You sure you're not having contractions or anything?" He scooted closer her to where his hips touched hers to warm her and he leaned over to look at her face.

Jenna just smiled, shaking her head. "No, Ty, I'm fine. I promise."

Tyler took a deep breath, relaxing his body with his chest pressed to her back and his hand around the bottom of her belly. He kissed her shoulder softly, before laying his head comfortably on the pillow next to her head. He had to push a few of her blonde hairs out of the way to make it comfortable, but other than that no other movement was made for quite some time.

"Attempted Perimeter Escape." A robotic voice rang through the city. Jenna and Tyler opened their eyes abruptly, listening with anticipation.

Every time someone attempted to escape the city, a loud blaring speaker would scream through the halls of the small apartments, signaling attempted escape.

They were called runners.

If the runners were caught, the speaker would say a different phrase, "Failed Perimeter Escape."

And in the morning, whoever had the FPE badge on their shirt would attract attention. Everyone would look at him in shame. Not shaming him for failing, but shaming him for not giving them the hope that there was an escape.

Not only did they get a badge they also got the FPE burn. Just like if you were late to the headcount.

Tyler longed to hear the silence after Attempted Perimeter Escape instead of the dreadful, heart crushing Failed Perimeter Escape. He hoped that he would be a runner someday, except he'd succeed. But now he had a lot more to worry about. He had a wife and a child that he couldn't leave behind even if he needed to.

And as if his dreams were being crushed in front of him, the speaker blared one last time for the night.

"Failed Perimeter Escape."