Apocalypse Story
Dec. 21st, 2009 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lifeingeneralSo apparently my muse thinks the best time to bug the ever living crap outta me is when I want to go to bed. So I quickly wrote this down before I forgot, ummm, please ignore any grammar mistakes it's late, lol.
It had been 21 days. Twenty-one days of stealing, scavenging, hiding, and running and Jenna was tired of it. She just wanted to go home. Back to Indiana. Back to her parents. Back to her dog and her cat. Back to her lousy room she shared with her stupid little sister who never understood the meaning of the words mine, not yours. Back to before everything had become so topsy turvey and so screwed up that no one knew left from right and north from south. She just wanted to go back!
“We’re going to have to make a water run sometimes today.”
Thirteen year-old Jenna Anderson jerked back when she felt a hand on her shoulder, her brown eyes glanced towards her brother. “What?”
“We only have enough water for maybe the rest of today, we’re going to have to make a run for the river later.”
She hated water runs, heck if she was honest with herself, she hated doing anything that required leaving the safety of the school grounds. Beyond the concrete walls that surrounded Precious Blood was insanity. Jenna still couldn’t shake the memory of watching a man get beat, most-likely to death, over a goat he had managed to find.
“What if we ration the water? Drink half of what we normally do?” She really didn’t want to go out there.
“The rivers only a mile from here, I promise I’ll try and find more buckets, I think there’s a couple’a more in the storage shed out back, we’ll try and get as much as we can so we wont have to go back for awhile.”
“But those creepy dudes on the motorcycles-.”
“Wont bother a couple of kids over a few gallons of water.”
That was reasonable, she could almost honestly believe that, if said guys hadn’t beat an old man up over a stupid goat on the last water run.
“Hey, nothing bad is going to happen.”
“If you say so Julian.”
“Promise.”
Jenna watched her brother grin before heading out of the room and down towards the atrium. She knew Julian would do everything he could to keep them safe; but they had sticks and stones and the motorcycle guys had bats and, well, motorcycles.
It had been 21 days. Twenty-one days of stealing, scavenging, hiding, and running and Jenna was tired of it. She just wanted to go home. Back to Indiana. Back to her parents. Back to her dog and her cat. Back to her lousy room she shared with her stupid little sister who never understood the meaning of the words mine, not yours. Back to before everything had become so topsy turvey and so screwed up that no one knew left from right and north from south. She just wanted to go back!
“We’re going to have to make a water run sometimes today.”
Thirteen year-old Jenna Anderson jerked back when she felt a hand on her shoulder, her brown eyes glanced towards her brother. “What?”
“We only have enough water for maybe the rest of today, we’re going to have to make a run for the river later.”
She hated water runs, heck if she was honest with herself, she hated doing anything that required leaving the safety of the school grounds. Beyond the concrete walls that surrounded Precious Blood was insanity. Jenna still couldn’t shake the memory of watching a man get beat, most-likely to death, over a goat he had managed to find.
“What if we ration the water? Drink half of what we normally do?” She really didn’t want to go out there.
“The rivers only a mile from here, I promise I’ll try and find more buckets, I think there’s a couple’a more in the storage shed out back, we’ll try and get as much as we can so we wont have to go back for awhile.”
“But those creepy dudes on the motorcycles-.”
“Wont bother a couple of kids over a few gallons of water.”
That was reasonable, she could almost honestly believe that, if said guys hadn’t beat an old man up over a stupid goat on the last water run.
“Hey, nothing bad is going to happen.”
“If you say so Julian.”
“Promise.”
Jenna watched her brother grin before heading out of the room and down towards the atrium. She knew Julian would do everything he could to keep them safe; but they had sticks and stones and the motorcycle guys had bats and, well, motorcycles.