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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We eat the berries offa the ground an continue till nitefall. Turns out rubbin sticks like Nat taught us ain’t half as good as a match. So instead me an Eeli just sit as close together as we can, huddled in a bush wiff our jackets zipped up.

“How’s yer eye?” Eeli asks.

“Huge an throbbin still. I’m scared to open it.”

“What about yer hand?”

I shrug. “I dunno. I don’t wanna take the bandage off now there’s no more.”

“Does it still hurt.”

“Yeah.”

“At least it ain’t winter.” Eeli chuckles.

“Or rainin.”

“Don’t jinx it, stoopid.” Her eyes seem far away.

“Yer hungry,” I say cause I fink it needs to be said.

“So’re you.”

“An firsty.”

“Rite back at you.”

“I’m sorry I dint do nuffin.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“I dint fite em off.”

“Tye, it don’t matter, we’re both fine.”

“What if we weren’t?”

“Well we are so quit yer whinin.”

“But I ain’t strong enuff or big enuff to have fought them.”

“You would’a tried, I know you would’a.”

“Yeah, course but it wouldn’ta made a difference.”

“It don’t matter. They weren’t gonna do nuffin.” She pulls her nees up to her chin an wraps her arms around them.

“But if they did they would’a just beaten me up till I weren’t a problem no more.”

“How many people would’a bothered tho, Tye, huh? That’s the question you should be askin yerself. Not how strong you are.” She shakes her head. “Yer so stoopid sometimes.”

“Yer stoopid.”

She smiles an I watch her fer a moment.

“Yer shiverin.”

She rolls her eyes. “Not this again.”

“I could’a given you my blanket but it was in my rucksack.”

All amusement falls off her face an her eyes grow all wide an watery. “Yer blanket?”

I nod.

Her arms are around me at once an her head’s pressed into my neck. “I’m sorry.” I feel tears against my bare skin an I put my hand in her hair an stroke it.

Fer once, she don’t swat me away.

“It don’t matter.”

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