Finding Eden (5 page)

“No, but I know that’s the reason. I was so selfish; I should have kept my mouth shut.” Her finger tips clawed into her thighs. I momentarily wondered if she felt any pain or was just numb.

“Even if that
is
the reason why they left, it’s the complete opposite of selfishness on your part. You were caring about others, not yourself.”

“It doesn’t matter,” She snapped. “They never returned and now I know why. They were torn to shreds by the damned tsunami.”

She grabbed the note from me and tore it to pieces.

[ Elle
]

Day came soon enough and we settled in to our beds, waiting for sleep to take us over. I could hear
Tex’s steady breathing from across the bunker. Despite his makeshift mattress beneath the ladder, he fell asleep quickly. He looked relaxed, but every once in a while he said something I couldn’t quite make out. He said it with such sadness. I knew he was hiding something from me. Yesterday he was sitting across from me, deep in thought, and speaking without realizing it.  Anxiety filled every crease on his face. I could smell his lie a mile away. It wasn’t my place to ask though, so I let it go and allowed him to think that I believed his lie.

Tex never asked to use the other cot, but I wasn’t surprised. He probably figured it out before I said anything about my parents. I couldn’t believe that I had told him about my mom and dad. I had never said it out loud before and it made the whole situation feel real, final. I wondered if he had lost anyone and I wondered again how his left eye was blinded. I was still curious about where he was heading as well. What secrets did this man hold? Why did it matter to me? Maybe I was just so bored of life that Tex was my escape from its drudgery—something new to play with besides cards and board games. I had nothing else to do but try to pick him apart and see what made him tick.

“Dah…nee…bana…nee.” There it was again: Tex’s incoherent thoughts becoming spoken words.

I rolled over and faced the shipping container wall. I dreamed of Tex teaching me new knife techniques with a banana while my parents were being consumed by a giant tidal wave in the background.

It was night and that meant Tex had to leave. I had actually enjoyed his company more
than I thought I would. I hadn’t really realized how utterly alone I had been until he came and I was scared to go back to that emptiness. I think, somewhere deep inside me, I always had a small gleaming of hope that my parents would come back to me. The small flame was extinguished yesterday by a monstrous wave. It hurt more than anything, but I was happy that I didn’t have to hold on to that false hope any longer. Maybe I was supposed to find Tex for a reason. Maybe he was here to put all my pipe dreams to rest.

Whatever the reason was, it didn’t matter. Tex was packing up his stuff, including some food I willingly surrendered to him. It was time to face the music and die alone. Overly dramatic, I know. I was sitting on my bed watching him, making a schedule in my head of the night’s events.

1. Watch Tex leave.
   
2. Lock hatch behind him.
   
3. Sweep.
   
4. Make a mess just so I can clean and organize it.
   
5. Play
   Yahtzee
   with myself.
   
6. Eat lunch.
   
7. Play Solitaire.
   
8. Maybe finally make my parents’ bed.
   
9. Eat dinner.
   
10. Contemplate the rest of my life (give or take a few weeks)
    
11. Go to bed.
    

“Hey, Kid,” Tex said, stuffing a little bag of beef jerky into the side pocket of his pack. I swear, if he called me that one more time.

“My.
Name. Is.” The words escaped through gritted teeth. Before I could finish though, he interrupted. Again.

“I was thinking…” he began, picking up his pack and swinging it against his back. Something resembling a scroll flew out of it and landed at my feet. “Shit.” He spat.

What I didn’t know then, when I was looking down at the laminated, rolled up piece of paper, was that I was staring at the rest of my life. When I leaned down and picked it up—what I didn’t know was that I was holding onto my future. A future, at that moment, I didn’t think existed past a few weeks.

I sat back on my bed and unrolled the paper. Everything in
Tex’s face told me he didn’t want me to, but for once, curiosity
saved
the cat. It was a map of a desert—this desert. I recognized the jagged edges, the curves, the slopes of the mountains near my bunker. There were landmarks every few miles. Then there were
safepoints
spread even farther apart. Each
safepoint
was marked with a big red X. I followed a black line with my fingertip until it landed on a bright green circle that had
Eden
written above it.

“Eden,” I murmured to myself. Emerald green trees with succulent fruits, bright blue, rushing waterfalls emptying into glassy lakes, and calm, gentle breezes all came to my mind.
“The beginning of man.” I looked at Tex who was motionless. I ran my finger along the thin edge of the plastic lamination. “I’m guessing this is where you’re
headed
? Am I right?” I pursed my lips and handed him the map. “Eden, Tex? Really? Where did you find this? Is this even legit?”

He nodded.

“So, you were going to leave me here to die,” I said calmly with a killer undertone, “after I saved your life and fed you? Is that it? You were going to live in a lap of luxury knowing that I was dead? Do you even have a conscience?” I was surprised how well I kept control of my emotions. I was back to being my combative self that I thought I had left behind at Tex’s namesake.

“I was about to tell you a minute ago. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” He yanked the map from my hands and rolled it up before shoving it in his pack.

“Excuse me? Likely story,
Tex
.” I said his name like it was a sour taste on my tongue.

“I’m serious, Blondie. Do you want to hitch a ride with me or not? Don’t get me wrong, you’ve got a nice pad here, but you and I both know that it won’t last another fifty years—
you
won’t last another fifty years.”

“What if this map is a fake?
Some kid’s toy? What if we get to this so-called
Eden
and it’s a dust bowl? Where did you even find that?”

Tex let out a slow, calm breath, obviously trying to keep under control just like I was. “What do you have to lose, Kid? Huh? Look around!
Nothing. You got pissed at me for not telling you, and now you’re trying to come up with a reason
not
to go. Make up your mind.”

“But…” I looked over to my parents’ bed.

“They’re not coming back. Even if they did, they would want you to find a better life than
this
. I’m sorry if that seems harsh, but it’s the truth. We all have to look out for ourselves and I’m offering you the opportunity to do just that.”

I grabbed
Teffy and held him in my lap, mulling over the entire situation. Obviously Tex was right, but it would feel so weird leaving this place. What if by some miracle my mom and dad were still alive? Leaving here would in a way be my final goodbye to my parents.

I grabbed a piece of paper from the entertainment cabinet and quickly scrawled a note. 

Dad & Mom,

I’ve learned about a better place. I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, but if you do, don’t worry about me. I’m fine and living fully. I’m not alone either. I found a friend. So don’t worry, and maybe someday, we’ll find each other again. I know we will.

I love you forever,

Your Sweet Little Elle
     

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” Tex looked down at my letter. I placed it on my bed, beside
Teffy. I didn’t even want to think about having to abandon him, but it was time to leave childish things behind.

“Fill up the rest of the water bottles,” I ordered. “I’ll stick as much food as I can in my backpack, along with the obvious necessities.”

I refilled my first aid kit with creams, ointments, bandages, needles, thread, and alcohol wipes. I stuffed it into the small front pocket of my pack. I packed my tampons and a few changes of underwear. I wanted to bring a brush, but that would have taken up the space of a perfectly good, life-saving water bottle. Each side pocket had a bottle, and the smallest front pocket had the rest of my batteries, lighters, matches, and my single candle. In the main pocket were seven more bottles, most of my dehydrated food, and the canned foods that I had emptied into plastic baggies to allow for more room and less weight. I stuffed what else I could into Tex’s bag. I put on my last clean pair of thick socks that came up to my knees. My brown leather knee-high boots were tied securely around my ankles and calves. I made Tex turn around a put on a black sports bra. Over that was a loose, brown half-shirt. I stuffed a pack of gum into the pocket of my corduroy shorts and then buckled my makeshift utility belt around my hips. It had the flashlight and knife already in place. A metal canteen was hanging from my left hip. I had almost forgotten the tiny, wallet-sized portrait of my mom and dad. I tucked it safely away in my pack.

“Ready?” Tex secured his backpack around his shoulders. It looked heavy, especially since the axe was attached to the back of it.

I nodded and took one last look around the bunker I had called home for so many years. I said a silent goodbye and took the time for one last look at my parents’ bed, Teffy, and the note I left beside him. I wiped my eyes and followed Tex up the ladder, not looking back.

[ Tex ]

It was quiet and I hated the silence. Silence meant that I’d start to think about things that I didn’t want to remember. Even though it happened over four years ago, it still felt raw, like a fresh wound that would never scab over. The way Elle held on to her stuffed bear reminded me of my little girl. She would be eight now and would have been smart like her mother. She had her mom’s eyes and hair, but my nose and sense of humor. It was so easy for me to make her laugh, but even simpler for her to crack me up. 

I closed my eyes tightly and balled my hands into fists. Desperate for a distraction, I pulled my map out even though I had looked at it only minutes ago. I surveyed the surroundings, deciding that we only had about four more miles to go and two hours to make it there in. Blondie and I had drained a single water bottle each since we left, trying to be as conservative as possible.

We were walking side by side, but with enough space between us so the kid could have her own bubble. It was sort of comical walking beside her, with me being so tall and her being so short. She barely reached my sternum, but it didn’t seem to affect her. I was sure she had come to terms with being a munchkin years ago, I inwardly snorted.

There was no rush since we had plenty of time to make our destination, but I was sure she was on the same page as I was: we just wanted to get to the
safepoint
and sleep.

We were enclosed by darkness with only the moon and our flashlights to guide us. It was bright enough to see the outline of the mountains and hills which helped immensely in following the map. For once, the bitch of a sun was good for something, even though I would never admit it out loud. The temperature was, as always, uncomfortably high. I was sweating profusely and the dirt we would kick up while walking was layering itself on my skin. Blondie didn’t look like much a of prom queen herself, with her hair going every which way and dust smudged on every inch of her body—not that I was looking. There was no one to impress anyway. I covered my dead eye, suddenly feeling insecure about it.

I was kicking a stone with the toe of my boot, entertaining myself, when I noticed our next landmark: four, gently sloping hills with a pathway between each two. I informed the girl and we were on our way again.

I heard crackling and looked over to see her opening a bag of chips. By the smell of it, I could tell it was barbecue and it made saliva pool in my mouth. Without having to ask, she offered me some. I willingly obliged and took a handful. I realized that she was probably
warming up to me, which, since we were to be making this trek together, should have been a good thing. To be honest though, I didn’t want her to warm up to me. It would only lead to complications. I didn’t want
Eden
to be complicated.

Chomping on the stale chips, I imagined Eden. To be called that, it must be something spectacular, or maybe it was just a code name for somewhere to start anew. Maybe it was something similar to Blondie’s bunker except exponentially larger. I prayed it was green. I wanted fruit trees and vegetable gardens. I needed fast-moving streams and fish-inhabited ponds. Somewhere cool and damp, for once, was all I could ever ask for. For that to be
my
Eden would be an answer to all my prayers—if I ever decided to send one up to God, that is. There was only one way to find out, but I knew it was a pipe dream just like Blondie’s dream of her parents coming back some day. Nothing like that could survive in this climate. I wondered what the chick beside me thought of it.

“Hey, Kid,” I said as we finally made our way out from between the hills.