Time Settles All Wounds

Chapter 16 - Pure Luck

It’s funny how easily something can be forgotten. Like how a piece a paper feels while you're reading a book or how awkward a backpack with a, at least 30 pound, puppy in it feels. Well the pup is with us now so might as well keep him. It’s not like we are going to get into a gunfight. So we continue to walk through the desert. After about 2 hours we here buzzing from the bag.

“Hey Spark. Is that you?” I ask as we keep walking.

“Nope it’s this thingy here.” He pops his head out the top of the bag holding a walkie-talkie in his mouth. Sly glares at me and Spark.

“Why... Why didn’t you... Check the bag earlier?!?!” Sly, apparently very dehydrated, grumbles. I shrug my shoulders as he snatches the walkie-talkie out Sparks mouth. Spark yelps as he tries to find a signal with actual people talking. When he finally does he changes his voice completely and starts to ‘Fakely’ panic.

“HELP, WE ARE STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. WE HAVE NO FOOD, NO WATER AND NO SHELTER. WE’VE BEEN OUT HERE FOR 3 WEEKS. HELP US PLEASE!!!”

Spark, now in my hands being rubbed on his aching jaw, and I both look at how overly reactive he was. “Three weeks? Seriously. With no food or water. How exactly have we survived? We barely have dust on us and we look like we just ate a few hours ago. Thanks to you, if we get rescued we have more than enough explaining to do.”

Sly pauses to think. “...Maybe I should have said days instead of weeks huh?” Spark nods at him. We continue to walk and we finally get to a road. Without out arguing we start to walk right. No cars pass by us and even if they did I doubt they would give a ride. I mean I don’t even know what they’ll think when they see a white kid walking with a black older looking man with a dog head popping out his backpack. I know I wouldn’t even stop for us because how strange we look.

But as if to go against my thoughts a Green stretch Hummer pulls up beside us. We stop and watch as they roll their windows down. An Asian couple that look like they just hit their 20’s are sitting in the front seat. “You want a ride? You know there is no buildings for another 70 miles.”

Spark opens his mouth to say something but I quickly close it. “Yeah sure. Thanks.” Sly says as he throws the Walkie-Talkie over his shoulder. We open the door to the back of the car to see 7 other college looking kids partying in the back.

“Wooo More people!” They cheer. This is a fun mission.