Famished (10 page)

“Colin,” I said, weakly.

“No Colin here.”

My legs began trembling. My heart was already racing-thumping-pounding, and I thought for a moment it might leap out of my chest. Perspiration formed on my palms and all of the cuts on my hands stung.

Bravely, I took a deep breath, then took small quiet steps forward and heard footsteps behind me. Cannibal or not, whoever was behind me was not even trying to be light on their feet.
 
It also seemed to me they were flaunting the fact that they knew I could not escape.

The sound of clinking metal filled my ears. One tap. Two taps. Three. I had reached the point where my stomach bottomed out, and was also having a difficult time breathing. More clinking. More heavy footsteps.

Petrified, I couldn’t even muster up the courage to look over my shoulder. Why? Because I don’t think wanted to be face to face with their own death. And what my murderer looked like was the last thing on my mind.

Unfortunately, my death was inevitable. Better that I admitted it to myself than fantasized about hope. For me, there wasn’t any hope. Without a weapon, even if I kicked, punched, and screamed, I would be overthrown. My attacker was a man, I knew that from the sound of his voice. Women cannibals didn’t live very long, since they were usually the first ones the men picked off when they couldn’t find people like me.

Silently, I made a promise to myself. I promised that no matter what happened during the next few seconds, that I would not go down without a fight.

He moved in closer, and closer. Finally, he was so close that I felt the heat from his body. He let out raspy, ragged breaths, and the warm air from his mouth trailed along the back of my neck and brought on fresh goose bumps. Even though my instincts told me to run, I couldn’t. It was almost like my feet were cemented to the ground.

He let out another long breath. When I inhaled, the rotten, musty scent crept up my nostrils. Vomit inched its way up the back of my throat and I swallowed hard to keep it down. Mentally, I kept giving myself words of wisdom. Be calm. Be bold. And don’t give away any implication that you might be thinking of making an attack—like a lioness—patiently waiting to pounce on her prey.

The only difference was that in this case, I was the prey.A type of situation like this always worked out best if the attacker was surprised. So I waited. Then I felt a cold, sharp object inching down my spine. As soon as the coldness disappeared, I knew that that was an open opportunity for me to try and save myself.

Crouching down, I stuck my right leg out, pivoting it around in a carousel movement and swiped the man’s feet out from under him by his ankles. I paid close attention, waiting for the thud his body would make when it hit the ground. When the body smacking the ground echoed from behind me, I took off sprinting.

With each flex of my muscles, and each pound of my feet stomping into the ground, every cut on my leg burned with such an intensity that it felt like I was being jabbed repeatedly with a branding iron. “HELP!” I shrieked. “HELP!” The only sound that I heard was the echo of my own voice. Who was I kidding? There was nobody out here. There was no one to help me.

After I had put a good amount of distance between myself and the man who was trying to kill me, I stopped, hunching over to catch my breath. Should I turn around or shouldn’t? I toyed with that notion. Yeah, I wanted to look.

Turning on my heel, I gazed out into the vast, desolate plains to

see nothing. My mouth dropped open. “What the?” Where did he go? I surveyed every angle and still couldn’t wrap my head around it. “I know there was someone behind me.”

No…….

There was no way I imagined it. I was not crazy. His raspy breathing and terrifying voice made my blood run cold. The cold object he traced along my spine made every hair on my arm stand up. And his rancid breath that stunk like a rotting corpse—Ugh—I still had an acid aftertaste lining my throat from the vomit.

Convinced he was still watching me, I spun around.“Where are you?” I shouted. Maybe I had given him the opportunity to move closer. “Are you afraid?”
 
That was a brave question for me to ask. Then again, if I took him down once, maybe I would be able to take him down again.

Spinning again, still confused, I
 
had to stop. For one thing, I was getting dizzy and for another thing I had to come to the realization that I was out here alone.

Once the silence set in, a faint rumbling sound rippled across the desert. Glancing at my feet, my eyes centered on a small, flat rock on the ground. The rock was vibrating. “What is going on?” The way the rock vibrated reminded me of the movies that had natural disasters in them, specifically earthquakes.

In most of the earthquake movies I’d seen, the viewer always knew it was coming.
 
Right before it hit, the camera zoomed in on an object. Dishes in the cupboard jingled. A glass of water on a table started rippling. The rock at my feet reminded me of that. But earthquakes? Here? I couldn’t remember if we’d ever had one.
 
If we did, it was decades before The Great Famine, and decades before I was born.

The rock vibrated harder, moving back and forth like a swing on a swing set. Then it flipped completely over onto its opposite side.

The sound of someone calling my name hung in the air. “Georgina!” I lifted my head when I heard my name. A group of four people were stampeding toward me.

Squinting, I tried to make out the first person in the group. Midnight hair. Muscular build. Colin. “Colin!” He was okay. I was so relieved. But what or who was he running from? Oh no!

My brain told my feet to move but they locked in place.

Colin glanced over his shoulder and picked up speed, getting closer and closer. “Georgina!” he shouted again.

“Colin!” I cried, frightened. Colin leg’s pounded into the ground, taking long strides. At least with him here, I felt safe. He made me a promise. He promised to protect me. As long as I’d known him, he wasn’t the type that went back on his word.

When the group got closer, I stared
 
intently at three men who were chasing Colin. More cannibals. Three extremely famished-looking cannibals.

Colin came into view more clearly and our eyes met and locked. Fear from his gaze radiated into mine. In fact, he was pale—all the color drained from his face. The muscles in his neck tensed from glancing over his shoulder. He was panting—his
 
chest convulsing—despite
 
him being in amazing shape. It looked like that any given moment he was going to collapse. Never, in all the years that I had known Colin Martin, did I think that I would ever see him look like that. So scared, horrified, like he was on the verge of tears. His eyes bugged out and then he screamed, three words, in a shrill hoarse voice. “
Run, Georgina! Run!
”

That was when my feet finally decided to start working and I took off like an apple being shot out of a potato gun. Pieces of my hair flew into my face as I pushed my legs harder and picked up speed. I swatted at my hair, brushing it off of my face. Then I pumped my arms, convincing myself that it would only help me pick up more speed.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. The sound of Colin’s and the cannibal’s footsteps were getting closer. “Shit!” I wailed, trying to move faster. They were gaining on me. It was then that I mentally cursed myself for staying in one place like a moron when I should have been running already.

I didn’t doubt that Colin could outrun me. But when he caught up to me and then started to pass me, that’s when I really lost it. “Colin! What are you doing? Come back! Come back!” He didn’t answer me. He didn’t even look back. He just kept moving forward.

A
 
knot formed in the pit of stomach as panic set in. What was going on? Where was he going? Why didn’t he answer me? I was doing my best to try and catch up with him, but I was starting to get winded. The sound of the three cannibals’ footsteps were right up on me. “Colin!” I shouted out desperately. “Colin, help me!” I knew he heard my fearful cries. He was only six feet in front of me.

A pair of hands grabbed the back of my knapsack and yanked. “COLIN!” I shrieked. “HELP ME!” He still ignored me. The guy behind me yanked on my knapsack a second time, this time with a little more force, and he knocked me off balance. I went face first into the ground and ate a mouthful of charred debris. I spat it out and crawled forward, watching in horror as Colin ran farther and farther away. My heart was shattered and not only that, I felt like he had just stabbed me in the back.

The guy who knocked me off of my feet ripped my knapsack off of my back as I got to my feet. Two more cannibals stopped next us. “This one looks tasty,” said the slightly larger one.

“Ahhhh!” I yelled as I started moving my feet.

“Go get the boy,” said another with a stern voice. “This one is mine!”

I didn’t get very far and now Colin looked like a speck of dust dangling in the atmosphere.“COLIN!”

The guy behind me cackled as he wrapped both of his hands around my ankle, and pulled me back down to the ground. I tried to kick free but he started dragging me backwards.“Colin!You promised to protect me!” The guy pulled me underneath him.“YOU PROMISED!” My last cry was agonizing, painful, and bloodcurdling.

Every ounce of strength left my body when the guy flipped me over and slammed me into the ground. I coughed out, catching my breath and kept my eyes squinted shut. He pinned me down, digging both of his knees into my elbows and let out a low growl.

Damn you Colin. I could never forgive him for what he did. A slap on the face is forgivable and not to mention, he totally deserved it. Leaving someone to die was unforgivable.

Rough, calloused fingers brushed across my cheek. I winced, opening one eye at a time, mentally preparing myself for the hideous creature I was about to look at. Warm tears drizzled down my cheeks as I blinked and the guy above me came into focus. I opened my eyes wide as I took in his appearance.

He had a smooth almond-colored complexion that had a mixture of ash, dirt, and blood smeared all over his face and arms. His deep, dark chocolate hair was a bit on the long side and was sleek and shiny. He shook his head and the pieces of his hair moved away from his forehead. He had a very thin body-frame, but I could tell from glancing at the muscles in his arms he was more on the athletic side.

The guy couldn’t have been more than three years older than me. And his eyes, I had never seen eyes that color before. They were so different, so breathtakingly beautiful. A dark navy blue mixed with voodoo purple. Violet. He had violet-colored eyes.

Most people had blue, green, brown, hazel and a few times I’d seen people with gold eyes. But never violet. He gave me a cocky grin, his teeth perfectly aligned—and white. “Who are you?” I squawked, a tremble in my voice.

I focused on his upper canines that were sharpened to a point. He grinned wider and looked more sadistic as he ran his tongue along the edges of his teeth. “Who are you? I asked again. He still didn’t answer.

He contorted his abdomen, reaching off to the side. When he faced me he had a small rock in his hand
 
lifted high above his head. “I’m starving,” he said in a rich, powerful voice. “And you must be dinner. Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”

Tears flowed out of my eyes like a river. “Are you going to eat me?”

He licked his lips and gave me another sinful smile. “Yes. Yes I am.”

Then he let go of the rock and I closed my eyes tightly just as it came crashing down into my skull.

Chapter 10: Memories

Life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burning for burning, wound for wound, stripe for stripe.~ Exodus 21:23

The right side of my face was resting against a cold, hard and flat surface. I shivered, as a frosty chill spread throughout my limbs. Moaning in agony, I tried to lift my head up off of what seemed to be a slab of rock. “Ow!” I only managed to lift my head a few inches before a sharp pain overtook me and I had to put it back down.

A warm, thick liquid ran down the middle of my forehead, branching off on each side of my nose. The sharp pain in my head began throbbing and intensified so much that I thought it would cut off the air to my lungs. I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. I knew that if I tried to lift my head again, the intense, throbbing pain would get worse. It was already excruciating, if it got any worse than excruciating I might have contemplated smashing my head into the rock and put myself out of my own misery.

Opening one eye at a time, I blinked several times to adjust my eyes and get rid of the blurriness. I
 
glanced around the room, trying to decipher where I was. Muddy walls, muddy ground, a round open doorway at the end of the room where a certain brightness shined through. The same brightness I witnessed on new earth. The colony. I was lying on top of the entrance to my home.

Instinctively, I cried for my mother. “Mom!” My voice was hoarse, soft, and weak. There was no way that she would be able to hear me. But maybe if I tried to move the rock, I’d be able to get back inside. I tried fanning my fingers on each side so I could give myself a good push, but I couldn’t move my arms. Then I tried digging my knees into the rock to hoist myself up and that wasn’t working either. What the hell happened to me? And why couldn’t I remember?