After I woke up I ended up staring at the ceiling for a pretty long time. I was shocked. I wasn’t even sure if I was dreaming. I wasn’t even sure if I had woken up. Either way, I pulled out the body of a young boy. The same young boy that had been following me. He had nothing but lint in his pockets. And a matchbook in his mouth, H.C. I pocketed it. I keep seeing it, and it looks more familiar as though each time I look at it I remember something that I just can’t manage to bring into my working memory for over a second.
He was staring straight at me. I couldn’t recall him being there from before, but he sat there as if he had never even moved. The blank empty look in his glassy eyes told me it was safe to go search him. Nothing in his pockets, but burnt out matches were poking out of his mouth. He looked like a trash bin. Degraded. Like the bodies in the Wasteland usually are. The building I thought was empty was littered with dead bodies. Dead bodies that sat around their apartments like they were still alive. Each one looking like the human bin. Looking like a human bin. Swift was a bit more surprised when he saw them, he also noticed a faint sweet smokey smell coming from their clothing. It wasn’t enough to cover the putrid smell of rotting flesh.
It was still dark outside but I decided that it was time to leave. There was no place here where I could feel safe. Not with all those eyes watching me. Not with dead people that can move. Once we were outside, the wind took this delicate moment to ravish us with it’s nighttime chills. Needless to say, at times like these, sleep is for those who need it.
The sun rises and it sets. Still hasn’t decided to call a day off. The Wasteland is illuminated by the light. The light that highlights everything that makes this world dead. As dead as dreams can be.
Paranoia began to consume me. Swift’s every move is beginning to look very suspicious. With every hour I went with out sleep, the faster my mind started to think. I kept silent. I couldn’t let him hear what I was thinking.
I tried clearing my mind. What if my thoughts were being read? And then I collapsed.
I woke up in the shade, which I thought was nearly impossible considering the location we were in the last time I could remember. Nothing was in sight except for despair. Everything was blurry, but I was able to make out the little bit of food that was being handed towards me. I didn’t think twice about consuming, I was surprised I even had enough energy to reach out. I haven’t eaten in so long. I didn’t even realize.
Swift didn’t look as shifty as before. But maybe it was my mind trying to play tricks on me. He offered me some water. I took it only after he drank from it. I wasn’t going to let myself get poisoned. I’m not going to end up like his friends.
I recognized the music in the background just before it was turned off. My dad always used to listen to things before. I just can’t remember when he found the time to listen to them. I recognized the harmony or voices that crackled. Crob Bosby and the Nobfats?
I think I actually smiled.
Catch up if you have no clue.