The Road To Hilary
My mom is dead and I am alone. I can barley walk let alone travel. My brother went with my dad before the bombing. The enemy military has begun take over of the country, and all I can do is limp away.
I woke up and looked around in fear that my scenery had changed. We got up, the only people left from town were me and 3 others. My nurse, the man from inside the hospital several nights ago and his family. We moved slowly across the massive forest that separated our now destroyed town and Hilary, the closest remaining city. It was a 100 mile gap and we moved at a rate of 5 miles a day, but when all you have is an infant, a recovering pregnant woman, a gimp and 2 people to carry the food and water 5 miles a day is pretty good. As I saw it we were all dead, even since the bombing my outlook on life had been even graver as though it were taunting me with suicide.
�I think the planes are getting closer which means the ground troops may be advancing.� Said the man with a grave look on his face. �Lets keep moving�. I didn�t pay any attention to him, I just got up and followed them. I felt like a sheep but if I strayed from the heard it may not be the best thing for me, without food I would surly go crazy. The reason I didn�t pay attention to the man was because he was an idiot, his baby was probably smarter than him. He didn�t know the war was going on until the town was bombed, and he still doesn�t know who we are fighting. He asked me how I knew how many days left until we got to Hilary on the third day. I told him we had already traveled 15 miles in 3 days so we would be there in 17 days. He asked me how I knew that. I told him that we still had 85 miles to go and we were traveling at 5 miles a day. Then I told him 85 divided by 5 is 17, so 17 days. Then he asked me what divided meant, I limped away. I hate stupidity, obliviousness and hypocrites; he was all three.
It became dark again, meaning 13 days down and 7 to go. As I sat down against a tree I heard something. It sounded like water. I immediately got up and limped to the source, it was a warm spring. After standing there for several seconds the nurse came up behind me. �I should drop a lot of our purifying pills in there.� She said happily. �A clean bath would do us all some good. We have enough water to last the rest of the way so why keep the pills. We all stink and should clean up. Max, you can go in first.�
After I got out of the spring I got new bandage and wrapped my wound, it was still rather large and disgusting. As I went back into camp I saw that less food was being prepared than usual, it wasn�t much less but it was still noticeable. I ate the dinner, I didn�t care if I didn�t like it. I�m a picky eater but I guess when I�m in a bad situation I guess survival outweighs taste. After eating I went back to my tree to lay down.
My mind was busy at work again. I figured that I didn�t fear death but what was coming up to it, the pain. Another thing that came to realization was the fact that my body probably wouldn�t let me die, survival mechanisms were strong. I decided to stop thinking about all that, it wasn�t really worth it. Several minutes after I shut off my brain I fell asleep.
I woke up laying face down on a cold surface. I looked around to try and guesstimate the time, but it was still do deep into the night. I looked around and failed to see and trees or people or hear the stream I visited before I fell asleep. I quickly realized I was back into the other world. My breathing increased and I started to panic. I quickly started looking for the door that took me back to my real world, but I didn�t see it. I stood up only to collapse back to the ground, my leg was still broken here as well. I lifted the top half of my body with my arms and realized that on top of me there was a street light. The fact that I was looking at artificial light filled me with joy for unexplainable reasons. I looked around for a stick that I could use for a crutch, without an item to support my weight I knew I couldn�t get out of this hell hole. It was to no prevail however, there was no crutch-like item.
I knew I was defenseless, I couldn�t walk and I couldn�t fight. I didn�t have the weird powers that my friend had and I know he wouldn�t be able to rescue me, he was dead. I would be dead soon as well, so much for sane sacrifice. I was amazed at what that boy did for me, e saved me at his own life. My life is meaningless, it has no value but someone put their own life as a price tag. As I thought of all the reasons the boy should have left me to save himself I began to grown tired of the thought pattern.
I sat back up, I wanted to get a good look at the scenery. I figured if I knew the current environment I may be able to devise a plan to get myself out of the mess I�m in. I saw houses and more streetlights, none of which worked. I figured the town was deserted since no other streetlights were on except the one I was under. The houses were all dark to. I started to get the feeling of total isolation. This new feeling mixed with my paranoia and the fact that I was prone to anything. When I realized all this I started to cry, I was alone and stranded in a strange world. I stopped breathing, if I could kill myself then I wouldn�t have to feel like this, it would all be over. It didn�t work, breathing was something that I could not control. I was running out of ideas, I just wanted to get out. I was panicking and I kept looking around to see if something was watching me. This is my end I kept thinking. Then I heard a noise.
I shot my head up to see 2 figures looking down on me, both of them shorter than me. �Max?� One of the voices said in an enthusiastic tone. �Is that really you?�