the camp. He stood over one of the men he had killed.
“Strip this guy,” he said “put on his clothes and boots, “he looks to be close to your size.”
“Take his clothes off?” she asked.
“Yes, now move, quickly, they may have friends out there,” He demanded.
She removed the man’s clothing and put them on, they were a little loose but the boots fit her fairly well.
“Alright, take this,” he said, handing the girl a pistol he had taken off one of the men, she examined the weapon and then strapped it around her waist. Charlie took ammunition and as much food as he could carry.
“Let’s go,” he said.
The girl followed behind Charlie, he stopped and picked up the pack he had left behind and soon they were back at the bluff where he had concealed himself during the day.
“We’ll stay for here for the rest of the night, we don’t want to have trouble with Wasters,” he said.
You don’t think they would come out this far, do you?” She asked
“We need rest and food,” he said, ignoring the girl completely.
They ate from the stash that he had commandeered from the camp and afterward he climbed to the top of the bluff.
The girl watched from below as he scrutinized the inky black desert. “What are you looking for,” she asked as she joined him on top of the hill.
“Making sure we don’t get any surprises.”
She stood beside him and strained her eyes in an attempt to see anything, then turned her gaze to the night sky; stars sparkled like precious gems in the velvet blackness.
“Can you see anything? I mean it is so dark out there,” she asked.
He did not answer her and then sat down on the edge of the overhang with his legs hanging over the side. The girl sat beside him. She was not sure whether she should engage him in conversion; he seemed so distant and cold.
“Were you looking for me?” she said timidly.
Charlie never shifted his gaze, “nope.”
She sat silent for another moment, thinking. “So how did you find me?”
“I didn’t, you just happened to be there.”
She sat silent for several minutes and then picked up a few rocks and threw them out into the darkness.
“How did you pick that man up?” she said finally, I mean, you picked him up over your head and threw him, how did you do that?”
Charlie slowly turned to her, “you ask a lot of questions.”
I’m just curious,” she continued, “I mean you’re standing up there looking out into the dark and you’re wearing those dark goggles or whatever they are, how can you possibly see anything?
Again He did not respond,
“Do you think this is the end of the world?” she asked. Do you think we will ever live normal lives again?”
For the first time he looked at her and examined her face, her dark skin softly glowing in the muted moonlight. Her hair jet black, her dark eyes that matched her hair and also for the first time he noticed how pretty she was
“There is no normal life,” he answered looking away from her. “There’s just life, that’s all we have.”
“But, I mean, will we ever be able to live as we did before this all began, like people used to?”
He turned his face into the warm desert breeze and considered her question and then realized he had not given a minutes worth of thought about life returning to what it used to be in some time, this had become normal to him. Having contemplated her question and as strange as it seemed he did not wish for normalcy to return, for him it was too late.
He turned back to the girl and put his finger to her lips, “shhhhh,” he said. Then he jumped off the overhang, “time for you to get some sleep.”
Chapter
Maurizio de Giovanni, Antony Shugaar