Feb 10, 2011

Getting Out

It was early evening, almost twilight, and Wendy had not said a word since the end of the contest. Nicholai had tried talking to her, but he didn’t know if he was saying the right things. He never did very well with women, and he always said the wrong things.

He told her that he knew this was hard and that she was scared, but he asked her not to give up. He didn’t know if she heard him, or even knew who he was, not that she knew much about him anyway.

“What are you going to do to me,” she said, and turned her head to look at him.

“Nothing,” he said.

“Don’t I belong to you, or something?” she said.

He shrugged.

“What are they cooking?” she said. The smell of roasting meat was obvious.

“We have to eat them,” said Nicholai.

Her eyes widened. “I can’t,” she said.

“You have to,” he said, “Or they will make an example of you.”

“So let them,” she said.

“You don’t want them to do that,” said Nicholai.

She was crying now. Again, Nicholai didn’t know what to say. He wanted to comfort her, to make things better, but he felt helpless.

“If you go along with it,” said Nicholai, “I will get you out of here.”

She looked at him with her tear stained face. “What?” she said.

“I’ll get you out of here, but I need some time, and in the meantime, you need to stay alive. That’s your part of the deal,” he said.

1 comment:

  1. I also like how they call themselves "zombies"...very fitting