Surviving Raine 01 by Shay Savage Read Free Book Online Page B

like this.  If nothing else, I already seriously pissed her off with the “blow me” comment.  I didn’t think the chances of me getting my lips anywhere near any part of her body were very good.
    We’re starting over , I reminded myself.
    Yeah, I doubted that was going to include her forgetting that particular verbiage anytime soon.  I was just going to have to find some other way to occupy my mind.
    So, I started wondering what DTs were going to feel like.  Why?  Because, as previously stated, I was a complete and total masochistic moron.  Shakes – yep, definitely going to be looking forward to that.  Hot and cold flashes, heart rate fluctuations, sweating, lack of muscle control – lots of fun stuff to look forward to experiencing.  Oh yeah – and the vomiting, which is the one thing that might just kill me under these circumstances.
    It occurred to me that I had better teach Raine some of the more practical bits of survival knowledge she just might need if I didn’t make it.
    “Come here.”
    “What?”
    “I want you to know how to work the water collector.”
    She crawled over to the opening, and I gave her a brief overview of the gutter system, the collection tube, and bag.  I showed her how to pinch it off and replace it with a new bag without losing any water and finished off the lesson with her having a good drink and me watching her lick her lips.
    “I am really hot.”
    I managed not to comment.
    “I feel like I could drink it all, but I guess that’s probably not a good idea.”
    “Yeah, that’s a really bad idea.”
    “How much water are you supposed to drink?” Raine asked.
    “A liter a day will keep you healthy,” I told her.  “You can survive on a lot less.”
    I looked over to her and took in her tiny frame.
    “You’re going to stick with a full liter as long as we can afford it.”
    “Why?”
    “You’re too small,” I said, shaking my head, but I felt the corner of my mouth turn up a little because something about how much smaller she was than me was just…interesting, I guess.  “You’ll dehydrate a lot faster.”
    “Is there enough?” she asked.
    “For now, yes.”
    “If it doesn’t rain again?”
    “There are other options.”
    She sat looking at her hands in her lap and biting down on her lip.
    “You mean like…drinking urine, right?”
    I tried to keep myself from laughing out loud, but a bit of a snicker escaped me.
    “Only in movies, babe,” I said, shaking my head again.  “Urine is about as salty as sea water, and a lot more gross.”
    Raine smiled and nodded.
    “I’m rather glad to hear that,” she said.  “What do we do if we run out of fresh water then?”
    “Long before we run out, the first thing that will happen you will stop eating, whether there is food or not.  Digestion takes a lot of water, especially to digest proteins.  You can have carbs a little longer.”
    “Just me?  You won’t stop eating?”
    “I already stopped eating,” I said, “but I’ve been through a little starvation before.  I’m not too concerned about that.”
    “You should eat while we have food, shouldn’t you?”
    I shook my head.
    “Maybe in a couple of days,” I said.  “I won’t drink any more today, either, because I’m probably going to be really sick.  The less I take in now, the less I’m gonna lose tomorrow.”
    “Why will you be sick?”
    I fought the urge to tell her to use her fucking brain.  I mean, I had told her, hadn’t I?  I’d been thinking about it but not talking about it.  Just because I told her I was an alcoholic didn’t mean she understood what that really meant.  I took a deep breath and tried to control my voice.
    “Because I’m a fucking alcoholic,” I said through clenched teeth.  “By tomorrow morning all the alcohol will be out of my system, and my body is going to be seriously pissed off about it.”
    I held my arm out straight in front of me so my hand was just a foot away from her face.  My