JC, I think I did think you were Carlie somehow. Sorry I didn't realize.....well I owe you an apology. I'll just add in a new character then (hense the collapsed figure). Can Carla wake up and help us? Does that make more sense.....again sorry I can't quite remember what I was thinking, but it's just one of those days. So yeah, Carla could wake up and see us in the distance standing over something, the fallen person. Whatever you want really as long as it fits into the situation.
*sorry I just broke one of my rules *
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Peyton's smiles turned down into an expression of bewilderment. "You mean...I- I thought you knew. Doesn't everyone know what's in Mexico?"
Hmm. What the heck is he doing if he doesn't know what's in Mexico? I thought everyone knew about the dome. Suspicious... At least this nice thing seems to be working.
Perfect, Steven thought, Now they think I'm an idiot. And a bully who doesn’t introduce himself with a weapon can’t be an idiot, so they probably don’t think I’m a bully, either.
He shook his head, “I haven’t heard of any dome in Mexico, but I’ve been stuck in this town for a good while now. I haven’t heard much of anything. As I said, the quarantine zone’s the only way there could be through to the other side of town, except for the gang’s territory, and I’m not going to go up against something like thirty, forty bullies on my own. That’s suicide.
“Not much news comes through here, though, which is why I hadn’t heard anything about the dome, I guess. What is it, exactly?” He could already hear the answer in his mind, A massive structure built to keep out the weather and the like. It’s going to keep us all safe from the outside world until someone manages to get things under control.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
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Peyton smiled towards Steven as she thought to herself. Hah, the idiot. And on his own? Is he implying I can't fight? That sexist... Get a hold of yourself, Peyton. Remember, you're playing nice. Grin and bear it. Great, now I'm talking to myself.
Of the group, Luke, surprisingly, was the next to talk, speaking loudly so the other three could hear, "The dome in Mexico is a really big structure that's going to keep out all the destructive weather. We're going to be safe if we reach it in time." He blushed and turned to Carlie, who nodded encouragingly.
I was still standing over the little boy when I heard Carla's voice. "Oh my gosh. What's happened to him?" She gasped. Helping him off the ground I tucked one arm around his waist and Carla did the same with his other side.
"Thanks,"I muttered, not answering her question. I was still aggravated with Risa for wanting to go her own way. Who could blame her, though?
"Tessa?" Maintaining her curiosity, Carla wanted an answer to her question.
I sighed,"To be honest...I don't know. One minute me and Risa were talking and the next I thought a zombie was coming toward us." Risa was still unmoving, just staring at the little boy as we passed. He needed to lay down at the camp.
I glanced at the boy. He was wearing what looked like a once white t-shirt, but was now splattered with blood and dirt, and appeared to be around 12 or 13. His shorts had several holes in them. His face was cut from the ear to his chin and his eye was bruised black. Bullies had done this to him, no doubt. We laid him down on my jacket and tried not to make noise. Spike was still sleeping.
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I sighed and followed behind Tessa, the boy had been beaten pretty bad.
Bullies
My eyes became dark as I stared at Spike another bully. I kicked him lightly in the stomach and he broke his snoring.
"You start the fire and boil some of this," I handed him the pot and water. I roll up my sleeves and used some of the purel I had picked up somewhere. I smiled at the boy as i dropped my stuff,
"Hi,!" I smiled at him like a good doctor would, "Im Doctor Risa and I'll be taking care of you today."
The boy smiled meekly and then cringed when his face burst into pain and he moaned quietly.
"Tessa theres a first aid kit in my bag, it's a rag tag but it'll do" I sighed mentally thinking to myself
Risa what are you getting into?
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I did as I was told. The first aid kit was just as Risa said. A rag tag. I didn't mind, though, she was willing to help which meant she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
"Here you go," I handed her the kit and she went quick to work on the little boy. We soon found out his name was Tristan and he had just turned 13. She bandaged his eye as he mumbled info and dabbed a cloth on his cuts. Carla sat next to Spike as he boiled some water. What for, I wasn't quite sure....
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Okay so this seems pretty dead to me. I was planning on making this into a book if it didn't work out as a storybook. So is it alright with people if their characters may be used. I strongly emphasize the word 'may'.
If I can impact one person, just one, with my writing before I die, then I've lived a great life
fune with me as long as you post a link here to it
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Thanx for not being mad at me guys. Of course I'll post a link, but as of now I'm busy and not even done with the first chapter. I'll most likely use Peyton, Music.
If I can impact one person, just one, with my writing before I die, then I've lived a great life