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.


7. 7

In the mornin we drink some of our apple juice an have an apple each before decidin we’re pretty sick of the taste. We’re in good spirits as we set off, Eeli singin her happy little tune. We find a tiny river after eatin the left over chicken Nat packed fer us fer lunch an start followin it. Birds flee from trees as we pass an Eeli larfs, singin all the louder. I shake my head as she starts up again.

I sit by the window, an watch the rain fall down.”

I really don’t know where she gits the words from an I wonder if she really can remember her mother singin it to her. It’s stoopid of course because Nat said Eeli was only sayin three words when she came to her, bein only one year. How could she remember words when words wouldn’t have even made sense to her. I refused to believe it. I couldn’t remember my mother at all. Noffink. Not one tiny fing. So how could Eeli remember a whole song? She couldn’t. We was too little an it was too long ago.

I just want fer you, whatever you want, too.

I focus on the tune of her voice as it flows up an down, not the ridiculous purpose of it all. My body tenses more an more as the song continues. I clench my fists an concentrate on breathin, not wanting Eeli to know how much something so stoopid was gittin to me.

As usual the lyrics were slitely different each time from the time before an the time before that. Lines were in different places an a coupla words were different. Arguin wiff her was pointless.

After a few breaths to slow my heart, I just did what I aways did when her singin got to me. I joined in.

We got to the last line, which was always “my reason to sing” no matter which way Eeli’d put the verses this time and she looks at me, gigglin.

“You know you got all the words muddled. I fort you’dve learned em by now.”

“You know you always git the words muddled too, that’s why I don’t know. You change em every time.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t git the words wrong.”

“You gotta be kiddin me, Eeli.” I stop an turn to her. “There are no words, stoopid. You always sing different ones.”

“I get the verses mixed up is all.” She shrugs. “Quit bein such a baby about it.” She hits my on the arm an skips ahead.

“She’ll be the death of me,” I mutter. An I believe it too.

We walk fer a little while longer, followin the tiny river until we come to a bridge. It’s fallin down like most everyfin after The Fall. It it’s made of brick an it looks like it used to have a road goin over it. I’ve seen ruins of them old cars a few times an there’s no way they woulda gotten over this bridge wiffout fallin in the river. No way.

The bridge musta collapsed durin The Fall cause it was all crumbled, blockin the path that looks like it went unnerneath an it’s got grass an weeds climbin all over it. I dunno what it is about plants an ruins. They love it fer some reason. I can tell it’s bin like this fer a long time because the whole thing’s wedged into the river, blockin the flow of water, makin it all green an gloopy.

“Stoopid idiots.” I drop down on the grass, fling my rucksack to one side an lay my head back, stealin the only dry lookin patch on the ground.

Eeli gits closer to the rubble an cocks her head to the side. “They were pretty bad at building. Look at this mess. If they’d filled this all in in the first place it’d probably still be standin. Why was there a path under there anyhow?”

I shrug an shut my eyes, feelin her sit down next to me. Her nee digs into my side an I flick her. She sprinkles grass on my face an I try an blow it away. This makes her larf an she grabs fistfuls of grass an shoves it into my face. I coff an she uses this chance to stick some in my mowf. I choke that time an my whole body panics as it gits no air. I gag an have to git on my hands an nees, gaspin fer breath, spittin it all out an takin huge gulps of air.

Eeli just rolls in the grass an larfs an larfs.

When git my breath back an calm the frite in my poundin heart, she’s standin up.

“Come on, Tye. Stop lyin around. We’ve got places to be an people to find. Our destiny won’t just present itself.”

“Kay.” I make a show of tryin to git to my feet, hidin the smirk creepin up on me. I grab her by the back of the nees an pull her down.

She screams an hits me but I just pin her down, my arm across her chest an my other yankin up grass to force in her ears an nose. She can’t breathe as she larfs an hits me an neither can I. She gives me one hard shove that jolts through my whole body an I jump up. She leaps up too, pantin, life pourin outta her she’s so alive in that moment, hair all aglow an yellow. She goes fer me an I jump back again, my foot catchin the edge of the baby river. I call out an she grabs fer my arm but she’s not fast enoff.


A lurch of terror grips my body as I fall an it seems like a million slow motion moments until I hit the ground hard, shick shootin up my back as my bum hits the bottom. There’s a searin hot pain in my hand an when I look at it I’ve cut a slice into my hand rite hand from little finger to thumb from somefin in the water. My combats an pants soat up the water at once as I sit there in the ice cold river. Strange, the sun made me fink it’d be much warmer. The smell is ripe an engulfs me. I’m the first fing to disturb the green water in a long time, that’s fer sure.

“Sorry, Tye!” Eeli squeaks as she helps me out. She puts her arm around me. “Yer shiverin.”

“It’s cold.” I tell her like she needs tellin.

She can’t help but grin at me. “I’ll bet.” She looks at my hand, tuttin an shakin her head before diggin in her rucksack fer bandages. “There’s a reason Nat never wanted us to play round water.” She says as she wraps the cloth around my hand. “Let’s keep goin. The sun’ll warm you up a bit.”

“I’ll just change.”

“No,” she slaps my hand away from my zipper. “You’ll never git them dry then. They can dry in the sun. You don’t want em ruinin yer other clothes do ya?”

I couldn’t fink of a reason to disagree.

As we walk, my combats stick to my skin an rub an rub an rub. It feels like my skin is goin to be grated off before dinner time. I also feel twice as heavy as before an have to drag my legs along behind me. I pull my arms tite around myself, the cold never goin away even though I don’t take my jacket off. My teeth chatter every now an then an Eeli tells me not to be such a baby. I try not to complain too much but sometimes I can’t help myself.

“Stoopid,” I prod the soft flesh of her side.

“Stoopid,” she winks at me.

“You started it.”

“You dint stop it. Whattcha gonna do? Put me in time out.” She giggles.

“I dunno what I’m supposed to do wiff you.”


We carry on like this until the sun goes down an we stop an make ourselves a fire like yesterday. It don’t go as well now I can’t hold my swift nife properly cause’a the cut on my hand which is still givin a dull throbbin all the time. When I clenched my hand round my swift nife I yelped an dropped it to the ground, sharp pain dartin through my hand.

Eeli tells me not to make a fuss as she swipes my nife offa the ground an starts cuttin the branches herself. When she’s finished she’s just as hot an sweaty as I was yesterday. I change into a different pair of combat trowsers an pants, hopin my others will dry by the fire. I shuffle up to the fire, feelin a million times better fer the new pair of cobats. Eeli drapes her jacket over me an drops down next to me.

“You look cold,” she says. “I couldn’t be any warmer.” She lays her head back an looks up at the stars through the trees.

I just watch the fire, tryin to take some of its warm in through my eyes.

We eat some more bits an pieces that Nat gave us, clearin out our non-apple food supply as well as the apple juice.

“We’d better find some people tomorrow.” Eeli says, lookin at the empty container. “Hopefully they’ve got more than apples.”

“Yeah,” I chuckle.

“Is yer hand still hurtin?”

I nodd.

“Let me see.”

I bury my hand in my lap.

“Lemme see!”

She grabs my arm an pulls it into her own lap.

“Stoopid,” I mutter an she slaps me on the arm.

She unravels the bandage an pulls in a breath an gives me this look. “It’s gross, Tye. What’ve you done?”

“Noffink. I ain’t touched it.”

I look down at my hand an see that it’s all red and sore. Eeli brushes her finger next to the cut an I shriek.

“Sorry,” she smiles at me an rubs her hand over my hair. “It looks pretty bad.” She pulls her rucksack towards us an goes fer the tube of cream Nat gave us, the one that’s almost run out. It’s older than The Fall itself an has gone a different colour than the other tube Nat’s got. “Worf a try,” she shrugs, skweezin the tiniest amount out. She takes my hand in her left, facin away from me an trappin my arm between her arm an her side.

“What’re you doin?”

“Holdin you down, drama queen.”


“Hold yer breath or somefin.”

“What?” Before I have a chance to tell her I can do it myself she’s rubbin the cream into my hand an it’s stingin an burnin like it’s on fire an needles are bein forced into every line in my hand an I’m screamin an she’s larfin an tears are blazin in my eyes an my heart’s beatin faster than it should be.

She stops an the heat cools and the agony calms but it’s still throbbin.

“I told you.” Eeli snorts. “Stoopid.”

“Stoopid,” I gasp skweezin her hand wiff my good one.

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