The Fall of Us

©Molly Looby CampNaNoWriMo '14 !

Enter the world of Tye. The Fall has devastated much of the world as we know it but Tye knows nothing else. He and his best friend Eeli are ready to leave their home as soon as they reach thirteen years so that they can be off on their own and be who they want to be and do what they want to do. At last.

Tye and Eeli could never have imagined how dangerous the real world was going to be.

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Wiff Nimmo at my side we run an run. I don’t wanna stop fer nuffink. I don’t wanna fink about what I’m leavin behind. That I mite never see my best friend again. That she kissed me rite in front’a Phee.

My skin’s red hot but I’m cold to the touch. The wind’s loud in my ears an takes everyfink away. There’s no noise but the sounds of my body meanin I’m alive. I’m grateful that I can hear em cause wiffout em I’d fink I was dead.

I feel dead.

My body’s numb. My heart’s racing but it’s like I can’t feel it. I can’t catch a full breath but I ain’t gonna collapse. My head’s poundin but I ain’t shuttin my eyes. What if I see somefink I don’t wanna see?

I’m terrified of sleep so I go on till daybreak, slowin but not stopping. I can’t feel the bottom of my feet no more. The tingles and shocks have long since passed. My legs are like tree trunks, thick an heavy an if I stop I’ll stick to the ground.

I pass Udora’s street an slow, takin in what’s left of her house. It’s darker than I remember. Everyfin’s darkner now.

Ahead, when the streets start lookin safe, somefin heavy seems to drop into my chest. I stumble forwards, howlin at the sky that I gotta keep goin. Nimmo’s whimperin, his body movin too high up an down when he pants. My eyes are stingin an I feel a stream of tears about to burst free. Everyfin’s rushin. My breaths. The wind. My head. My blood. My forts. And my heart. And my heart. And my heart.

My foot catches on somefin an I crash onto the ground, scuffin my hands an nees. My nose is pressed into the grime of the old pavement but I can’t move. I’m being skwashed into the greyness of the street. I’m becomin part of its history and I don’t care.

I just lie in the road, starin at the white lines in the middle fer the long dead cars. Useless.

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