Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Young Debris ❯ Chapter 5
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By: Elven_mistress 
A new player comes into the game of life.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Post-apocalyptic / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.10.2009 | Updated On: 10.10.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 189 | Status: Work In Progress
A new player comes into the game of life.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Post-apocalyptic / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.10.2009 | Updated On: 10.10.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 189 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N If anyone has suggestions on something I should add to the story please review and tell me. ^_^
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Amria fumbled with the wooden buttons on her leather vest, attempting at doing them up with her right and only hand. Her arm had made a full recovery as far as Samuel, their resident healer, was concerned. But it was frustrating. The first week it had been an annoyance, having only one arm to do things, and even though she was ambidextrous, her left hand had primarily been used for daily tasks. And the phantom pain in the remainder of the amputated arm had been almost unbearable as it healed over the past month and the muscles adjusted to the change with no pain medication to make the transition easier. The second week during had been a pain in the rear, she had spent that one trying to master getting her pants on by herself. Asking for her half-sister to help with dressing was humiliating and embarassing for the both of them. The third week had become increasingly aggravating by the hour when she tried to do normal chores like everyone else, only resulting in multiple falls in the mud after it had rained for the first time since the end of the war. And now she still had trouble getting the buttons done up. Her body had yet to adjust to the change in balance when walking and she had resorted to using a cane for stability until she had mastered her balance.
A firm, purposeful knock came to her door, Kate was here to help her once again. Amria sighed and told her sister to come in.
Kate frowned, Amria had the buttons done up crooked, having missed two altogether. Shutting the door behind her, she undid the buttons of the vest, removed her shirt and put it right-side-out, since Amria had failed to notice it was inside-out. Redressing her in her shirt and redoing the buttons, she straightened the shirt underneath and pinned up the hanging sleeve with a decorative flower power button.
Amria looked away, “I must look so pathetic right now.”
For the past month she had said that every morning when Kate had come to help her dress and prepared her breakfast. And for the past month Kate did it all without saying anything in return. But it was really getting on her nerves.
“Does that mean David is pathetic as well sister?”
Amria only turned her head away, knowing full well she couldn’t answer that and not be insulting, predjudiced, and sound like an idiot.
Kate started brushing her sister’s long, red hair. “Or do you mean pathetic as in me helping you?” she waited, but receiving no response, yet again she continued. “Amria… you are my sister, whether we like it or not, we don’t have a choice. And as the eldest it is my responsibility to care for you.”
“You’re only older by a week,” Amria replied indignantly.
This made Kate smile and give a small laugh, “I suppose,” she paused on a particularly difficult knot, “But its still my responsibility to do so.” She sighed and put the brush down on the bed to use her small fingers to untie the stubborn knot. “The truth is, I’m amazed at how strong you are. I never thought you could survive anything like what you went through a month ago. I… admire you and am proud that you’re my… sister. I never would have been able to endure something like that... Just don't tell anyone I said so.”
Amria turned around and looked at Kate, not at all sure it was her saying that. Kate was usually so cold towards her and only showed care and concern towards her small band of friends. When Kate gave her a weak smile she returned with one of her own.
Wordlessly, the sisters hesitantly hugged and called a truce.
Amria couldn’t help but grin when Kate pulled her red hair up into its’ pouch and slide her robes over her petite shoulders. Positioning the mask so that it could easily be pulled up by one hand, Kate led her sister out to the kitchen to show her how to make her breakfast on her own.
Trent wasn’t at all expecting to see the girls come up the stairs smiling Usually Amria wore a scowl and Kate’s expression was cold and unreadable. But they were looking rather happy for once, he couldn’t help smiling back at them when they looked up.
He watched as Kate had Amria open the cupboard and pull out a plate, which was difficult to hold since it was flat and had no texture for her to grip, and then a pan on her own. Amria did the next part easily, she opened the battered fridge that was powered by what was left of the town’s solar panels that the mayor had issued to cut prices on electricity. Of course, the only working appliance was the fridge, and it had a habit of shorting out at times. If it wasn‘t for Trent‘s knowledge of mechanics and his lucky hands it would probably join the rest of the junk in the barn. After pulling out a carton of eggs and placing it on the counter, holding the fridge door open with her foot all the while. Next she pulled out some milk, which she liked to mix with her eggs.
Kate built up the dwindling fire in the woodstove since Amria hadn’t quite mastered that yet and would still burn herself while putting the wood in. She watched and carefully made sure Amria’s hand didn’t touch the hot surface of the stove.
The next part was tricky, Amria reached for a bowl that sat in the corner and cracked three eggs, dumping them in with some milk afterward. Clumsily she took a fork and did her best to beat the eggs, but soon had to turn the task over to Kate, fearing she might knock over the bowl like she had last week.
Kate poured the bowlful into the pan and handed it over to Amria.
The rest of the cooking went without incident, unless you count the several burns to her hand and the three times she dropped the wooden spoon she was using to scramble the eggs.
But they got the job done. After a large ordeal over making eggs they finally had Amria at the table eating her breakfast after Kate had quickly bandaged her hand.
“There’s gonna be no hand left if you cook like that again,” Trent muttered under his breath.
If looks could kill, he would've be dead a hundred times over from the way both girls glared at him.
He only rolled his eyes and pulled a small brown leather glove from his jacket pocket. “here, wear this next time,” he held it out to her, the left corner of his mouth tugging into a smile.
Kate helped her sister put it on and nodded her thanks to her boyfriend. All she got was a shrug and an unintelligable mutter in reply.
David grinned as he showed the Mystic, who was sporting her mask at the moment, how to tie her shoes with one hand, while Kate tended to Greg, his leg was probably all healed but they thought it'd be best to leave the splint on for at least another few days. Everyone had been a little uneasy at first at having the Mystic among them but they had quickly learned that she wasn’t nearly as scary as she was made out to be by her mask and claws and legendary temper.
Amria and David had been spending a lot of time together that month. Although the couple reasoned that he was simply teaching her how to take care of herself, people could easily see the way they flirted with each other.
“Kate?”
Kate continued to replace the bandages on Greg’s broken leg but glanced up to acknowledge David.
He shifted uncomfortably, “do you think Mys and I could ya know… go for a short walk? We’ll stay within the fences.”
Amria couldn’t help but move closer to him when he said her new nickname, Mys. He was the only one she allowed to call her that, although, he was the only one to ever attempt at calling her that.
Kate stopped her ministrations on the dog and looked up at the two of them sceptically, she was positive that her sister was blushing beneath the mask while she fidgeted. Sighing she agreed, as long as they stayed within border fences, they could go.
Once the two had heard a ‘yes’ they had run out before Kate even managed to finish her sentence, leaving her smiling to herself. David would no doubt cheer her up.
Among the clan he seemed to be the happiest, always bringing a pleasant light to any situation, even if he was rather useless, in school he had been a bit of a class clown. That’s why she chose to keep him in her gang when she had been given control, he had been an outsider and she felt sorry for him, her brother let him join and she had him stay on. No matter how dark things got he always managed to make the mood lighter, if only for a moment to distract them from whatever was proving to be a wet towel.
Kate patted Greg on the head and scratched behind his ear as she watched her sister and David slowly make their way down the hill and across the field. She smirked to herself when she saw him take her hand and pull her closer.
“So, think he’ll finally get a girlfriend?”
Kate looked up at Trent and rolled her eyes in annoyance, “was there something you wanted? You do still have chores to do.”
He chuckled, causing her to look back at him. “And how would you know?”
Kate sighed and pointed to his rather clean boots, “no muck from the stalls.”
Trent grinned, “I did go in the barn and I saw something so cool that I just had to come tell you.”
She stood, a menacing glare in her eyes, hands on her hips, “you really don’t wanna test my patience right now?”
He only laughed and grabbed her hand, dragging her to the barn and telling her it would be worth it while she complained about chores needing to be done and meals to be made and laundry to be washed and other clans that needed visting.
Kate raised an eyebrow and stared down at the girl sleeping in the pile of clean straw. She had brown hair that had been cut messily short in the back but gradually longer towards the front, her small ears had two large golden hoops and three small ones in each. Her clothing was a simple dirty camouflage tee-shirt and army pants which seemed to be held up by some kind of lizard skin belt and boots of a similar make.
“Well?” Elisha whispered nervously to the others, “who’s going to wake her?”
Kenny smirked and picked up a pitchfork. Holding the fork end he gave the girl a light prod and jumped back when she rolled over in her sleep, revealing a scimitar tucked into the left side of her scaly belt and a bloody tear in her ribs just about the bloody hilt. “Hell if I’m gonna be the one to wake her up.” He stated as he hastily handed the pitchfork over to Elisha.
“Oh yeah, like I’m that dumb,” she responded before hanging the tool back on it’s hook.
Kate rolled her eyes at the two of them and gave the girl’s foot a rough kick that jolted her awake and into a fighting stance, scimitar drawn.
It was a beautiful blade, even if it was obviously made from scrap metal. It had a small etched vine running along the curved back of the blade, the petals of a rose carved in a scattered formation above the hilt. Somebody had put a lot of effort into turning just some random piece of metal into a blade. The edge of the scimitar looked sharp enough to split a hair, and had probably done much more than that considering the blood-stained wood where the girl’s hands held this dangerous weapon.
“Hello.”
The girl eyed Kate for a moment, lowing her scimitar slightly, “Hello.”
Kate held her hand out in greeting, keeping a safe distance from the sharp weapon, “My name is Kate.”
She removed a bloodstained hand from the handle and shook the proffered hand, “I am Eva,” she gave everyone a quick once-over in half a second and, deciding they meant no harm, returned the blade to it’s place in her belt, flinching slightly. “I apologize for falling asleep in, what I assume is your barn? You would too if you had to travel as far as I did.”
Kenny sighed in his usual bored way and leaned against a feed bin, “and how far have you travelled?”
Eva turned to face him, looking him up and down. Summing him up she answered, “seventeen days, resting only for a few hours at night. I came from south of here.” She turned back to Kate and Trent, who had his arm around her waist, “I thought it was best to warn you that some insane idiot has decided to start an empire of his own now that the governments have fallen.”
Kenny laughed outright, “yea, right, sure.”
Trent angrily told him to shut it or leave, Kenny chose the former.
Elisha cleared her throat, “as much as I hate to agree with him, that does sound a little out there. I mean, everything is a bit of a mess for rulers to start popping back up... at least I had hoped so.”
Kate shook her head and decided they could continue the topic later, at the moment she was more worried about the wound on Eva’s side and invited her to the house to have their clan-appointed healer tend the wound and give her some food to eat.
She ate as if she had been raised in a palace. No elbows on the table, small bites that the fork could barely pick up, back straight against the chair, and napkin in lap. She always said please when she asked for something and then said thank you. She didn’t cross her legs or sit on her knees like most of the young women at the table, instead her legs were together and ankles crossed neatly to the side.
After a short while Eva began to feel their eyes on her and notice the silence. She continued to eat until it was so quiet you could here the rodents scampering between the walls. At first it didn’t bother her, she preferred to eat in silence. But after fifteen minutes, nobody had even touched their plates except for the masked girl and the two clan leaders.
She refrained from sighing and thought of something after a moment that nearly made her laugh at the idea. Chewing and swallowing her last bite of egg salad, she placed her fork down on the plate, took a deep breath in through her nose, and belched, grinning afterward.
Some people snickered while other laughed out loud at her sudden bout of rudeness.
She tilted her head and frowned, “what are you all laughing at? In some countries a belch is a compliment.”
This statement was followed by a series of burps from all the guys at the table and even a few of the girls.
She grinned and looked over a Kate who was fighting down a laugh.
After everyone had finished their small meal and dessert of fruit, Kate deciding they’d open a can of peaches and some cherry soda in honour of their guest, they went off to finish chores before retiring to the living room for reading, chess, cards, and some board games. A CD player playing some easy listening disc that belonged to Daniel in the background.
Eva sat behind a curtain in the corner of the room where the doctor tended patients, with her shirt off so he could change the bandage.
Samuel peeled the old gauze from the gash in her side and gave them to Jamie to toss into the fire.
“How did you manage to get a gash like this? I’m amazed you didn’t bleed to death,” he murmured as he dabbed at the wound with some boiling water. He tossed the rag back into the bowl, “this is useless, this will take months to heal at this rate.”
Eva adjusted a bra strap and turned her head to look at the wound, “it looks worse than it feels, the area has kinda gone numb.”
Jamie helped him place a new bandage around her waist and tie it around her shoulder. Using a few safety-pins to secure it in place.
“You shouldn’t move around too much or else you are going to tear it even wider,” Samuel tossed the unused bandages into his case and stuck it in the corner. He helped her up and to the couch, shoving Kenny aside who was, strangely enough, reading a book, something he never did.
The music was turned off and everyone pulled up a cushion or a chair, eager to hear her too unreal story about how she ended up so far north. Once everyone was seated comfortably and quietly, Eva leaned back and adjusted her sword so it didn’t damage the couch like it had the easy-chair earlier.
“I guess I should start with what happened after the bombs finished falling,” she sighed tiredly.
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Amria fumbled with the wooden buttons on her leather vest, attempting at doing them up with her right and only hand. Her arm had made a full recovery as far as Samuel, their resident healer, was concerned. But it was frustrating. The first week it had been an annoyance, having only one arm to do things, and even though she was ambidextrous, her left hand had primarily been used for daily tasks. And the phantom pain in the remainder of the amputated arm had been almost unbearable as it healed over the past month and the muscles adjusted to the change with no pain medication to make the transition easier. The second week during had been a pain in the rear, she had spent that one trying to master getting her pants on by herself. Asking for her half-sister to help with dressing was humiliating and embarassing for the both of them. The third week had become increasingly aggravating by the hour when she tried to do normal chores like everyone else, only resulting in multiple falls in the mud after it had rained for the first time since the end of the war. And now she still had trouble getting the buttons done up. Her body had yet to adjust to the change in balance when walking and she had resorted to using a cane for stability until she had mastered her balance.
A firm, purposeful knock came to her door, Kate was here to help her once again. Amria sighed and told her sister to come in.
Kate frowned, Amria had the buttons done up crooked, having missed two altogether. Shutting the door behind her, she undid the buttons of the vest, removed her shirt and put it right-side-out, since Amria had failed to notice it was inside-out. Redressing her in her shirt and redoing the buttons, she straightened the shirt underneath and pinned up the hanging sleeve with a decorative flower power button.
Amria looked away, “I must look so pathetic right now.”
For the past month she had said that every morning when Kate had come to help her dress and prepared her breakfast. And for the past month Kate did it all without saying anything in return. But it was really getting on her nerves.
“Does that mean David is pathetic as well sister?”
Amria only turned her head away, knowing full well she couldn’t answer that and not be insulting, predjudiced, and sound like an idiot.
Kate started brushing her sister’s long, red hair. “Or do you mean pathetic as in me helping you?” she waited, but receiving no response, yet again she continued. “Amria… you are my sister, whether we like it or not, we don’t have a choice. And as the eldest it is my responsibility to care for you.”
“You’re only older by a week,” Amria replied indignantly.
This made Kate smile and give a small laugh, “I suppose,” she paused on a particularly difficult knot, “But its still my responsibility to do so.” She sighed and put the brush down on the bed to use her small fingers to untie the stubborn knot. “The truth is, I’m amazed at how strong you are. I never thought you could survive anything like what you went through a month ago. I… admire you and am proud that you’re my… sister. I never would have been able to endure something like that... Just don't tell anyone I said so.”
Amria turned around and looked at Kate, not at all sure it was her saying that. Kate was usually so cold towards her and only showed care and concern towards her small band of friends. When Kate gave her a weak smile she returned with one of her own.
Wordlessly, the sisters hesitantly hugged and called a truce.
Amria couldn’t help but grin when Kate pulled her red hair up into its’ pouch and slide her robes over her petite shoulders. Positioning the mask so that it could easily be pulled up by one hand, Kate led her sister out to the kitchen to show her how to make her breakfast on her own.
Trent wasn’t at all expecting to see the girls come up the stairs smiling Usually Amria wore a scowl and Kate’s expression was cold and unreadable. But they were looking rather happy for once, he couldn’t help smiling back at them when they looked up.
He watched as Kate had Amria open the cupboard and pull out a plate, which was difficult to hold since it was flat and had no texture for her to grip, and then a pan on her own. Amria did the next part easily, she opened the battered fridge that was powered by what was left of the town’s solar panels that the mayor had issued to cut prices on electricity. Of course, the only working appliance was the fridge, and it had a habit of shorting out at times. If it wasn‘t for Trent‘s knowledge of mechanics and his lucky hands it would probably join the rest of the junk in the barn. After pulling out a carton of eggs and placing it on the counter, holding the fridge door open with her foot all the while. Next she pulled out some milk, which she liked to mix with her eggs.
Kate built up the dwindling fire in the woodstove since Amria hadn’t quite mastered that yet and would still burn herself while putting the wood in. She watched and carefully made sure Amria’s hand didn’t touch the hot surface of the stove.
The next part was tricky, Amria reached for a bowl that sat in the corner and cracked three eggs, dumping them in with some milk afterward. Clumsily she took a fork and did her best to beat the eggs, but soon had to turn the task over to Kate, fearing she might knock over the bowl like she had last week.
Kate poured the bowlful into the pan and handed it over to Amria.
The rest of the cooking went without incident, unless you count the several burns to her hand and the three times she dropped the wooden spoon she was using to scramble the eggs.
But they got the job done. After a large ordeal over making eggs they finally had Amria at the table eating her breakfast after Kate had quickly bandaged her hand.
“There’s gonna be no hand left if you cook like that again,” Trent muttered under his breath.
If looks could kill, he would've be dead a hundred times over from the way both girls glared at him.
He only rolled his eyes and pulled a small brown leather glove from his jacket pocket. “here, wear this next time,” he held it out to her, the left corner of his mouth tugging into a smile.
Kate helped her sister put it on and nodded her thanks to her boyfriend. All she got was a shrug and an unintelligable mutter in reply.
David grinned as he showed the Mystic, who was sporting her mask at the moment, how to tie her shoes with one hand, while Kate tended to Greg, his leg was probably all healed but they thought it'd be best to leave the splint on for at least another few days. Everyone had been a little uneasy at first at having the Mystic among them but they had quickly learned that she wasn’t nearly as scary as she was made out to be by her mask and claws and legendary temper.
Amria and David had been spending a lot of time together that month. Although the couple reasoned that he was simply teaching her how to take care of herself, people could easily see the way they flirted with each other.
“Kate?”
Kate continued to replace the bandages on Greg’s broken leg but glanced up to acknowledge David.
He shifted uncomfortably, “do you think Mys and I could ya know… go for a short walk? We’ll stay within the fences.”
Amria couldn’t help but move closer to him when he said her new nickname, Mys. He was the only one she allowed to call her that, although, he was the only one to ever attempt at calling her that.
Kate stopped her ministrations on the dog and looked up at the two of them sceptically, she was positive that her sister was blushing beneath the mask while she fidgeted. Sighing she agreed, as long as they stayed within border fences, they could go.
Once the two had heard a ‘yes’ they had run out before Kate even managed to finish her sentence, leaving her smiling to herself. David would no doubt cheer her up.
Among the clan he seemed to be the happiest, always bringing a pleasant light to any situation, even if he was rather useless, in school he had been a bit of a class clown. That’s why she chose to keep him in her gang when she had been given control, he had been an outsider and she felt sorry for him, her brother let him join and she had him stay on. No matter how dark things got he always managed to make the mood lighter, if only for a moment to distract them from whatever was proving to be a wet towel.
Kate patted Greg on the head and scratched behind his ear as she watched her sister and David slowly make their way down the hill and across the field. She smirked to herself when she saw him take her hand and pull her closer.
“So, think he’ll finally get a girlfriend?”
Kate looked up at Trent and rolled her eyes in annoyance, “was there something you wanted? You do still have chores to do.”
He chuckled, causing her to look back at him. “And how would you know?”
Kate sighed and pointed to his rather clean boots, “no muck from the stalls.”
Trent grinned, “I did go in the barn and I saw something so cool that I just had to come tell you.”
She stood, a menacing glare in her eyes, hands on her hips, “you really don’t wanna test my patience right now?”
He only laughed and grabbed her hand, dragging her to the barn and telling her it would be worth it while she complained about chores needing to be done and meals to be made and laundry to be washed and other clans that needed visting.
Kate raised an eyebrow and stared down at the girl sleeping in the pile of clean straw. She had brown hair that had been cut messily short in the back but gradually longer towards the front, her small ears had two large golden hoops and three small ones in each. Her clothing was a simple dirty camouflage tee-shirt and army pants which seemed to be held up by some kind of lizard skin belt and boots of a similar make.
“Well?” Elisha whispered nervously to the others, “who’s going to wake her?”
Kenny smirked and picked up a pitchfork. Holding the fork end he gave the girl a light prod and jumped back when she rolled over in her sleep, revealing a scimitar tucked into the left side of her scaly belt and a bloody tear in her ribs just about the bloody hilt. “Hell if I’m gonna be the one to wake her up.” He stated as he hastily handed the pitchfork over to Elisha.
“Oh yeah, like I’m that dumb,” she responded before hanging the tool back on it’s hook.
Kate rolled her eyes at the two of them and gave the girl’s foot a rough kick that jolted her awake and into a fighting stance, scimitar drawn.
It was a beautiful blade, even if it was obviously made from scrap metal. It had a small etched vine running along the curved back of the blade, the petals of a rose carved in a scattered formation above the hilt. Somebody had put a lot of effort into turning just some random piece of metal into a blade. The edge of the scimitar looked sharp enough to split a hair, and had probably done much more than that considering the blood-stained wood where the girl’s hands held this dangerous weapon.
“Hello.”
The girl eyed Kate for a moment, lowing her scimitar slightly, “Hello.”
Kate held her hand out in greeting, keeping a safe distance from the sharp weapon, “My name is Kate.”
She removed a bloodstained hand from the handle and shook the proffered hand, “I am Eva,” she gave everyone a quick once-over in half a second and, deciding they meant no harm, returned the blade to it’s place in her belt, flinching slightly. “I apologize for falling asleep in, what I assume is your barn? You would too if you had to travel as far as I did.”
Kenny sighed in his usual bored way and leaned against a feed bin, “and how far have you travelled?”
Eva turned to face him, looking him up and down. Summing him up she answered, “seventeen days, resting only for a few hours at night. I came from south of here.” She turned back to Kate and Trent, who had his arm around her waist, “I thought it was best to warn you that some insane idiot has decided to start an empire of his own now that the governments have fallen.”
Kenny laughed outright, “yea, right, sure.”
Trent angrily told him to shut it or leave, Kenny chose the former.
Elisha cleared her throat, “as much as I hate to agree with him, that does sound a little out there. I mean, everything is a bit of a mess for rulers to start popping back up... at least I had hoped so.”
Kate shook her head and decided they could continue the topic later, at the moment she was more worried about the wound on Eva’s side and invited her to the house to have their clan-appointed healer tend the wound and give her some food to eat.
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Trent and a few others at the dinner table couldn’t help but raise their eyebrows at the new girl’s eating behaviour. It wasn’t that she was a slob or anything, far from it actually, although maybe a little far in some opinions.She ate as if she had been raised in a palace. No elbows on the table, small bites that the fork could barely pick up, back straight against the chair, and napkin in lap. She always said please when she asked for something and then said thank you. She didn’t cross her legs or sit on her knees like most of the young women at the table, instead her legs were together and ankles crossed neatly to the side.
After a short while Eva began to feel their eyes on her and notice the silence. She continued to eat until it was so quiet you could here the rodents scampering between the walls. At first it didn’t bother her, she preferred to eat in silence. But after fifteen minutes, nobody had even touched their plates except for the masked girl and the two clan leaders.
She refrained from sighing and thought of something after a moment that nearly made her laugh at the idea. Chewing and swallowing her last bite of egg salad, she placed her fork down on the plate, took a deep breath in through her nose, and belched, grinning afterward.
Some people snickered while other laughed out loud at her sudden bout of rudeness.
She tilted her head and frowned, “what are you all laughing at? In some countries a belch is a compliment.”
This statement was followed by a series of burps from all the guys at the table and even a few of the girls.
She grinned and looked over a Kate who was fighting down a laugh.
After everyone had finished their small meal and dessert of fruit, Kate deciding they’d open a can of peaches and some cherry soda in honour of their guest, they went off to finish chores before retiring to the living room for reading, chess, cards, and some board games. A CD player playing some easy listening disc that belonged to Daniel in the background.
Eva sat behind a curtain in the corner of the room where the doctor tended patients, with her shirt off so he could change the bandage.
Samuel peeled the old gauze from the gash in her side and gave them to Jamie to toss into the fire.
“How did you manage to get a gash like this? I’m amazed you didn’t bleed to death,” he murmured as he dabbed at the wound with some boiling water. He tossed the rag back into the bowl, “this is useless, this will take months to heal at this rate.”
Eva adjusted a bra strap and turned her head to look at the wound, “it looks worse than it feels, the area has kinda gone numb.”
Jamie helped him place a new bandage around her waist and tie it around her shoulder. Using a few safety-pins to secure it in place.
“You shouldn’t move around too much or else you are going to tear it even wider,” Samuel tossed the unused bandages into his case and stuck it in the corner. He helped her up and to the couch, shoving Kenny aside who was, strangely enough, reading a book, something he never did.
The music was turned off and everyone pulled up a cushion or a chair, eager to hear her too unreal story about how she ended up so far north. Once everyone was seated comfortably and quietly, Eva leaned back and adjusted her sword so it didn’t damage the couch like it had the easy-chair earlier.
“I guess I should start with what happened after the bombs finished falling,” she sighed tiredly.