patchwork promises - (hot girl summer, day 2)
Jul 4, 2024 14:49:44 GMT -5
Post by august vance d7b [Bella] on Jul 4, 2024 14:49:44 GMT -5
In the end we followed Vera as she pushed through the skeleton ranks, opening them up just enough for us to break through and fight them from the higher ground. Vera’s boldness lit something up inside me, a confidence that convinced me we could burn these skeletons to the ground despite the gaping wound and searing pain in my leg. Lucia and I finished them off with our best effort, shouting defiant battle cries as the bones grew still and lifeless again, one by one. We were like a force of nature, three girls together, spitting insults in the face of death.
In the silence that followed, a gentle wind blew through the sand and covered the scattered bones, reclaiming them. It was almost enough to make me wonder if those skeletons had actually been real, if it weren’t for our wounds, and how tired I felt from heaving this weapon around. With the sun just beginning to set, and the heat subsiding, it was strangely calm. But it also felt like we had earned it.
When the gray parachutes come floating down from the sky, two of them nearly falling right into my lap, I manage to smile through the pain in my companions’ direction. I tear open the packages eagerly–one holds a small tube of healing ointment, and the other has a pop-up tent that seems to be big enough for the three of us. I hold my breath in amazement as I turn them over in my hands. Who would have thought that I–a broke, skinny country girl with a training score of 4–would get sponsored?
”Guess we did pretty good, huh?” I grunt, unable to contain the gush of pride that shines through my face.
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We walk a little longer before setting up camp, hoping to put some distance between ourselves and whatever restless souls were animating that bloodthirsty skeleton horde. When it’s all set up and we’re finally cozied in, I collapse on the floor of the tent. Out of the three of us, I’m clearly the worst off, and with the adrenaline gone from my body, I’m hurting. Stretching out my injured leg, I start to clean out my wound with some water from my pack and a clean-ish strip of cloth I’ve torn from my excessive costume. The cut is so deep it’s barely bleeding; the pale fatty tissue stares back at me instead. Well, that’s a part of myself I’ve never seen, I think as I clench my teeth, picking the last few stubborn bits of sand out of my gaping flesh before covering it with some of the ointment.
It’s clearly going to need more than bandages. ”Either of you want to show off your sewing skills?” I ask my allies hesitantly, dreading the needle more than the wound itself, for some reason. ”Sorry I’m not much help right now. I guess I need to work on my defense,” I add with a weak smile.
I hold a roll of bandages between my teeth as the needle pierces my skin. When it’s all over, I lay on my back and watch the sky through the tent’s mosquito-net roof. It’s eerily quiet; no anthem, no faces in the sky. The counter on the robots’ stage will stay the same tonight. Were we the only ones who got attacked? Or maybe the death count last night was enough to satisfy the Gamemakers for the time being? Whatever the reason, I feel it doesn’t bode well for tomorrow.
Here it comes again, that anxious sensation when night is falling. I take deep breaths, try to keep this worry deep down in my chest so it won’t show on my face in front of my friends. Every night here is another step closer to the end, whatever that means or looks like. Maybe it’s the pain making me dizzy, but everything is starting to feel slippery again. It’s not the first time in my life I’ve felt like this. Like I’m sitting in the center of one of those playground merry-go-rounds–I stay in place while the centrifugal force of the universe pulls everyone I care about away from me.
”I was thinking…” I start, and my voice sounds froggy, so I clear my throat and start over. ”That was some scary shit back there, with the skeletons. You two were amazing, like some kind of warrior princesses or something.” I huff a nervous laugh, feeling silly, but I continue. ”I know that only one of us can survive, and maybe it’s stupid to make promises… but until the end, I want to take care of each other like we did today. You know?” I swallow hard against the lump forming in my throat. ”If it weren’t for you two, I’d be skeleton food right now, so… Well, would you want to make a promise? What do you say?” I raise my canteen in a toast. “Until we’re the last ones left.”
[kaitlin]