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.


6. 6

We leave a lot lateren we want to, listenin to countless stories Apple has to tell us. As annoyin as she says we are, she seems reluctant to let us leave.

“See, she was fine,” I say to Eeli as we leave Little Orchard. I hitch my rucksack up. It’s heavier now it’s got a bottle of apple juice an a bag of apples in it.

“Fine? She was crazy.”

“I think she’s just lonely, livin on her own like that. That’s why she wouldn’t stop talkin. When do you reckon the last time she had a conversation was?”

Eeli shrugs. “Maybe she should move. Who’d want to live on their own in the middle of nowhere?”

“Beats me.”

Eeli starts singin her song then an I just listen as the familiar rithum goes up an down. I’m glad she’s singin cause it means I don’t have to worry about her talkin. I’m too preoccupied wiff forts of Camrose an Wren Song. There was no reason fer her to say no to Eeli but what if she said no to me? She’d have no problem travelin round wiff her star but what about me? I was noffink. I dint even know what I wanted. All I knew was that I wanted to help Eeli. I guess I was kinda hopin somefin would pop up an I’d know that’s what I was supposed to do. Maybe I could learn guitar an travel wiff em. Fer some reason that felt like intrudin into Eeli’s dream. She wouldn’t want me all the time. But she had just said that no one wants to live alone.

Who am I kiddin?

Eeli soon gits bored after three times round. I know cause she speeds up. When she finishes its like she don’t take a breath before talkin again.

My reason to sing. Tye?”

I chuckle. “Yes, Eeli.”

“I dint think I’d miss Nat so much.” She grabs fer my hand. “An it’s only bin half a day.”

“It’s cause yer finkin about it. We wouldn’t want to be there. They’ll be doin the crops this time’a day. You hate that.”

“Hated,” she corrects me. “I ain’t ever doin sweaty work like that ever again.”

I can’t help buy smile at the huge grin on her face. “They’re probably just finishin up, Nat’ll be cookin dinner, look at the sky.” I point to the sun in the distance gittin low.

“Do you reckon she’ll cook too much outta habit?”

“Maybe not today cause we’ll be on her mind but I hope she does in a few days. Two of us leavin at the same time must’a blown a hole in the house.”

She nods. “It’s nice not to have Devlan jabberin on in my ear.”

I agree an we say noffin for a few steps.

“Although she did come out wiff some funny fings. Her brain’s all mad, jumpin from one thing to the next like she can’t keep fort in her head fer more than’a few moments.”

“Yer missin her ain’t you?” I give her a little shove.

She shakes her head. “Nah. Not yet.”

I put my arm around her shoulda as we walk. My back’s wet with sweat where my rucksack is blockin off the air an my shouldas ache where the straps are restin. Eeli’s got red marks on her bare shouldas but she don’t complain. It’s a long time till we feel cold enoff to put our jackets back on. We stop as the sun goes down, watchin the horizon fer any movement before we drop our rucksacks down an lean up against a big ol tree.

“We should build a fire,” Eeli says, makin no move to git up.

“Yeah,” I agree, closin my eyes an takin a deep breath. “In a mo.”

It feels like I’ve only taken two breaths before Eeli’s speakin again. “I’m gittin cold now we’re not movin.”

I open my eyes, pullin myself forward. “Fine. I’ll make a damn fire. You go an git the wood like Nat taught us. The twigs an the sticks, the kindling. I’ll git the leaves an stringy bits of bark, the tinder.”

“I know, I know,” she drags herself off.

“Don’t pick em up off the floor!”

She mutters behind her as she goes to look. “Stoopid.”

I stand up, feelin a damp patch on my combats where I’ve bin sittin an I have to wipe the dirt off. Lucky fer us we’ve stopped in a clearin anyway so I don’t have to move our rucksacks again. I just clear all the leaves an that away wiff my foot an go collectin the dryest leaves I can find along wiff dead grass. I take my jacket off an put my findins in it on the ground. I tense against the cold as I fish my swift nife outta my pocket an go hackin through skinny bits of tree fer fuel.

By the time Eeli gits back I’m pantin an sweatin again, glad I took my jacket off. Eeli sets a slab of bark on the ground an puts my leaves an grass on there as I cut slithers of wood off my biggest skinny branch to catch fire. Eeli strikes the match an holds it in the pile till it catches. She don’t take her eye off it till she’s addin her own twigs.

“Don’t you come over here breathin on my fire.”

I place my branches next to her an lean up against the tree again. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I watch Eeli tend the fire till I feel a chill in the air an I go an sit next to her.

“Pretty ain’t it?” She says wiffout lookin at me. “Like it’s dancin.”

I nod, rubbin my arms, realisin that the cold’s seeped into my skin. Eeli shuffles up closer an puts her head on my arm.

“We should be hungry,” I say after a while. “But I’m not. We ain’t even had dinner.”

Eeli shrugs an snuggles even closer. “Apple fed us too much. All them apple fings. I dint know you could make that much wiff apples.”

“Me either.”

“Strange lady.”

“Very. Nice though. I hope there are more people like that out here.”

“If there are any people at all.”

“I’m sure we’ll find some tomorrow.”

“You think?” She shuts her eyes and sighs.

“Yeah. We can’t be the only two people in the world.”

“No matter if we are,” she smiles.

It don’t take her long to drop to sleep but I’m left watchin the fire, finking too much, strugglin to make it safe before I fall asleep too. I have to hold my eyes open wide so’s they don’t betray me an droop. When I’m satisfied the ground is cool enoff, I pick up Eeli, who’s heavier than a tiny person should be, an go an lay by the tree, leanin my head on my rucksack like a pillow. Eeli stays close even in her sleep an the comfortin smell of her so close an the feel of her pressed up against me, makes it easy to fall asleep in moments.

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