8. The Raids
She tried to make as little noise as possible when she made breakfast for them both. If she woke Riker too early he would be in a sour mood for the entire day. In a small environment like the one she was in, that would be far from good.
The breakfast was simple but it would keep them going throughout the day; a small portion of wild garlic and pheasant. Riker knew that soon their limited diet wouldn’t be good for their structure, he would often suggest to Cassidy of raids. Even the word ‘raid’ its self wasn’t popular on her list but actually committing such a crime was unthinkable. But then it dawned on her, each time that in a world where human life was almost non-existent- crime didn’t exactly need laws to keep everyone in boundaries.
“Morning” She glanced up at the boy that slouched in the wooden frame of the rotting door. His eyes were shut lightly but so heavy in sleep and his hair was ruffled to a strong extreme. It was a comical sight to see. She smirked at him and turned her attention back to the pot. “Morning” She replied unable to disguise the amusement in her voice. “I know…I didn’t sleep too well last night” He mumbled grinning slightly too. Cassidy’s mind briefly flickered back to the illusions she had faced a couple of nights ago. A sharp vile shudder shot down her backbone, her reaction was sharply detected by Riker. He was there in seconds.
“It’s over…” He whispered pulling her gradually closer; his breath was thick and hot against her neck. Cassidy knew that he was attempting to help her but a part of her wished she could run, run for miles just to be on her own. It was silent as they sat there, just appreciating one another’s arms wrapped around their torso. There were no birds, no breezes and certainly no buzz of life. This made the situation all the more chilling.
“Not for long though…” Her voice was below a whisper but in the unpleasant silence Riker could have heard a pin dropping. His answer was unreachable for one reason in particular- there was no answer; there was no definite anymore. That was the way it would stay till their, no doubt, gruesome death.