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A great war has been raged and the world has been destroyed and is now a broken shell of its former self. Very few people are left on the damaged earth. Only a handful of survivors of the great war remain and among them is fifteen-year old Gilia, who cannot remember anything of her past before she met her two companions, Grey and Finch. Together they struggle to survive on their broken planet and yearn to return the world to its former glory. But nothing left on their world is as it seems, least of all its occupants... View table of contents...


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Submitted:Nov 16, 2012    Reads: 24    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

Chapter Six- Fights

I was right about things somehow being able to get worse. When me and Finch get back after hours of trekking, the sun is high in the sky. When we'd set off from where Finch found me it wasn't even dawn. Grey is sitting right in our little entrance and steps back too let Finch pass him, but jumps out of the way of me before I even reach him. Whatever, I'll pretend that that didn't annoy me. To test out how far Grey will go with jumping out of my way I walk towards him, herding him towards the cacti. He jumps back from me, realises that he is about to hit the cactus behind him, stumbles out of the way of that cactus just to fall into another one. I can't help myself and start laughing at him. Grrey quickly gets to his feet, his face red.

"Cruel to it appears. Well that's expected seeing as how you met up with your secret boyfriend last night." He sounds so spiteful that I flinch away from him. I am not even going to talk to him. "So you're not even going to deny thet you have a secret boyfriend? I guess that's why you won't let me go hunting with you. Although the guy did look a bit shady. I guess that's how you like them then hey?" I can't help myself now. Some girls would go for the cliche slap but me, I just turn around and hit Grey full force in the face with my fist, which causes him to fall to the ground, and I guess I broke his nose as it is bleeding and slightly off-centre. Well having a perfect face like that was practically begging for trouble. I don't even know what the whole boyfriend thing was about but still. Anyway, I feel better now that I have hit him. Grey gets up and advances towards me so I ready myself to hit him again but, before either of us can go any further, Finch jumps in between us.

"Knock it off you two! What's wrong with you?" Finch questions us both.

"Get out of my way Finch!" Grey growls in a low voice.

"No. What's wrong with you? Yesterday you were saying that if anyone tried to hurt Gilia you would personally make their life a living hell!"

"Finch MOVE. I am sick of her. If she doesn't leave, NOW, than I am!"

"Fine than Grey get what you want." I say and start to leave but Finch stops me.

"No, Gilia's not going anywhere. Neither are you Grey." Finch is almost pleading.

"Try to stop me. Maybe I won't leave today, but I will leave." Grey says. I know that he will indeed leave but just wonder when he will leave. Finch will do everything in his power to keep Grey here, even if it means tying Grey to a post.

"Forget it Finch it's ok, I'll leave. I've been on my own before." I say.

" And that turned out great didn't it?" I hear Grey mumble under his breath.

"Grey shut up. Gilia you're not going, we all need each other." Finch is looking so sad that it tugs on my insides. Would he really miss me?

"I'll never need her." Grey's mumbling to himself again.

"Grey we can hear you, and you don't realise just how much you do need Gilia. How much we both need her." Finch is saying and this makes me feel touched to my core. Finch look's slightly happy as he say's. " Ok so now that no one is leaving lets move on to the matter of dinner..."

That evening we are sitting around a dying fire eating dinner and, for once, the atmosphere feels very tensed as we are all staring hate at each other, and I think both me and Grey are trying our best not to just get up and leave. Grey's staring daggers at me, Finch is keeping a watchful eye on Grey as if he expects he expects him to jump up and run away at any moment, and I'm shifting my gaze from Grey to Finch thinking that they're both acting very weird. How did me and Grey go from being practically connected to the other to hating each other so much? And why is Finch sticking up for me? He's definatly a lot closer to Grey then he is to me. Does he think that Grey is wrong? I wonder if he truly thinks that Grey will go. I'm not to sure myself. Grey doesn't like to be alone for any period of time, even to hunt, but he is also very stubborn and if he says something, he will do it, and he never goes back on his word. Ever. None of us are eating the food in our bowls, some kind of weird bird I shot down earlier when Finch wouldn't let Grey go out to hunt and was to scared to leave me on my own with him, probably thinking that we would have torn the heads off each other before he even gets back. I'd went out of camp earlier and had shot about fifty arrows and retrieved them before I hit a low flying bird. When I'd got back to camp I heard Finch and Grey in the middle of an argument.

"No she is still going out to hunt! What's your problem with this anyway?" Finch had said.

"That guy is trouble I don't want her to go near him." Grey had replied, his voice was raised to a shout.

"What guy are you on about?" Finch had asked, he had still kept his voice calm.

"That one we keep spotting around here." Grey answered, still shouting.

"You mean the one you keep spotting?" Finch had said as if humouring Grey.

"Finch I have seen him." Grey had said in a hard-set voice."Whatever. I thought you didn't care about Gilia anymore." Grey had then made a noise halfway between a groan and a sigh. "Once you make up your mind if you're mad at Gilia for not guessing what goes through your thick head come see me." Finch had said and then walked off to prepare dinner. Grey had then whipped around and spotted me.

"Why are you back?" He snapped at me.

"Why are you still here?" I had countered. That had shut him up. Confusion swept over his face, probably still trying to get his brain to process what I had just said.

"Yeah well I....got here first!" He had said like a three-year old.

"Nice comeback. I've ran out of words that could possibly outbest that." I had said and walked away from him, leaving him to realise just how thick he had been.

"I'm full." I say so I have an excuse to leave when in fact my food lies untouched in my bowl. The look Grey gives me you'd think I had just commited a murder. What so I'm not allowed to talk now? I get up and walk down the small hill at the far end of our camp to the stream. We lucked out when we had found the house and the stream together. We don't drink from the stream though we just use it for washing purposes. I strip off out of my clothes, a thin white ruffled top and a pair of black leggings, that I had possesed since Finch and Grey found me. Since their is nothing wrong with them, I just keep them and wash them when I wash and let them dry with my body. I slip into the stream and wet my golden-coloured hair and rest my back against the rise that leads out of the stream. I remember that Grey had said that I looked the very same as Finch on our first morning together whilst Finch was preparing breakfast. I don't think I do. I'm tanned and Finch is pale, and my hair has much more colour then Finch's. I could easily say though that the only similarity between me and Finch is our eyes. I have the exact same dark green piercing eyes as Finch. Grey has kept insisting since then that it's more than that, but now I think he was looking to deeply into a coinsidence. As I'm bathing in the sun heated water I can't help feeling bad about how I have acted towards Grey. I shut my eyes and put my head under the water, a habit of mine that I do when my emotions are running high. Maybe it's something to do with the panic my body has of no air entering my lungs, or maybe it's something else but doing this totally clears my head. I kind of like to forget about the entire world, just shut it all out for a few seconds. It's so peaceful with absolutely no stress, unless you stay under to long. I lie on the sandy bed under the water until my lungs hurt from the lack of air. When I pull my head up from under the water, I find myself faced with the harsh realities of life. Immediatly I want to submerge again. I sigh quietly to myself and get out of the stream and put on my clothes and lie out in the sun to dry myself off. After just sitting around for about an hour I get up and go back to the centre of the camp and, although it is still very bright and quite early evening, I go inside, crawl in between the pile of furs that is my bed, and go to sleep.


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