The Rage: Part 5

V

Sometimes, you can hear them howling. I think they’re getting closer. We need to pack up and move on before Topi wastes away. When we first arrived, I filled my bag with supplies, expecting to leave at any moment. I’m still ready to go.

The others… I don’t think they want to leave. Topi doesn’t care and Miro and Emilia like the space. They’re always away together in some far corner of the building, whispering or giggling. They’ve been happier since we came here. I don’t remember the last time I saw Emilia smile. I don’t want her to stop.

There are noises outside. Someone else is out there. The daylight is fading. Our smoke and fire must have attracted attention. I try to get Topi to stand; I call out for Emilia and Miro. Something hits the steel shell of the building. They heard me.

I pull Topi behind a stack of shelves and find something to use to defend us. The noise is moving. Whatever is out there, it’s climbing the building. A shadow passes over the gap in the roof, travelling with the footsteps. It’s above us. If it gets in… I shout again.

“Miro! Emilia!”

 

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Suicide Prevention Day: Karma

I already linked to this story when it was published on someone else’s blog, but I thought it would be appropriate to repost today. Enjoy!


Jenna climbed the stairs, flight after flight leading her into the sky. The sun was setting over the city. Below, a million busy people were swarming through the streets, going home from school or work, meeting their friends and collecting their kids.
Pausing for breath, Jenna leaned over the railing, watching. She wondered how many of them would notice if she were to drop dead on that rooftop. She wondered how long it would take for someone to find her, if anyone would even miss her.
They would notice her if she dropped out of the sky though. Not the quiet, plain girl in the corner any more. Just a mess on the pavement. She would make an impact then. Jenna closed her eyes and gripped the rail, lifting her leg to climb onto the edge.
“Stop!”

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The Rage: Part 4

IV

There is a gap in the warehouse roof. In the day, it creates a wide beam of light separating one half of the warehouse from the other. We sleep on the side away from the food. If anyone gets in, we might be safer.

I suppose, back Then, this place must have supplied a supermarket. I don’t really remember supermarkets. Mother and father used to take me once a week, but I was never allowed to touch anything. It was where they bought food. I hated them Then, but now they’re rare and precious. Most have been raided.

This is just as good though. The shelves contain all kinds of things that are difficult to find now – soap, bottled water, firelighters. Many of the items we find in the apartment buildings have perished. Some houses have these white boxes called refrigerators. You should never open them; they are full of rot and decay.

I sit beside Topi, passing him a can of warm beans and fork. I suppose now Anna is gone, Topi will be my partner, if he survives until we are safe. I suppose that makes it my responsibility to keep him alive.

“Please eat something, Topi.”

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