The Strange Ones

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Chapter 13 (v.1) - Chapter 12

Submitted: June 10, 2019

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Chapter 12

Somehow or other Ryan made it to the ramshackle shelter without hearing a shout or a shot being fired. It wasn’t much, just a pile of bricks that somehow seemed to be defying gravity to remain piled upright. At the top of the heap was part of a corrugated iron sheet. It was not very big, no more than five feet of coverage, but it was better than nothing.

Ryan edged himself back against the wall. At first he worried that his leaning against it might bring it down, so slowly he increased the pressure on it, ready to pull away from it should there be any sign of it collapsing. The bricks seemed to remain steady. The roofing would not offer a lot of protection but anything was better than nothing.

He shut his eyes. His head throbbed and his vision was distorted. The bang on his head, Ryan realized, must have been harder than he thought. Feeling sick as he made himself bend forward, he inspected his ankle. Swollen already and from the look of it still swelling. Much as he’d like to take his boots off, Ryan knew that if he did, he might not be able to get them back on again.

Aching and tired, too far to turn back, Ryan shut his eyes. If he could just rest for a while he’d be able to set off into what was totally unknown territory in a few hours.

Instead he fell into a state of semi-consciousness, half way between being asleep and awake. Ryan began to let his mind drift, and memories muddled with present time, adding to his feelings of disorientation. Several times he thought he heard voices that he recognised, both Simon and Eoin, but when he stirred himself in an attempt to reply Ryan found himself met by nothing more than silence. Delirium seemed to have claimed him and there was not a thing he could do about it.

How much time passed before his head began to clear, Ryan had no idea. Had he missed a day or a week? The idea that it could have been longer than that did not bear thinking of. No matter how long or short a time, he was now thirsty. No, parched! His mouth was so dry he could barely move his tongue.

Ryan was hungry too, but he was well aware that his need for water was the greatest. Where to get it from though? There was no sign of a water supply around the wreckage. It had stayed dry so there were not even any puddles from which he could drink from.

Looking around, it did not look promising. The ground was scarred, as moisture-less as the inside of his mouth. The trees and bushes that remained standing looked dead; shrivelled and stunted with no sight of a leaf. There was no green grass either. What grew was like straw, yellow, brittle. It was an arid vista, so bad to be thirsty in.

Should he turn back? Ryan considered it but knew that if he did, he’d be dead as soon as he was spotted inside the city limits. Better to go on, to have at least some hope of survival, he decided. Maybe it was a sign that he had chosen right, for no sooner had he began to walk away from the city the rain began.

It was not a hard rain, and what touched the ground was swallowed up instantly but Ryan tilted back his head, opened his mouth, and savoured every single drop. His cupped hands had caught a few more drops too, which also made their way to his mouth, down his throat.

Ryan just hoped that the rain was not too contaminated. It had, at least, spurred him on to continue his journey in to the unknown.


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