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“We’ll cross the bridge.” I looked over at her lying next to me on the grass. “Where’s your gun?”
“In my backpack.”
“I want it in your hand, the safety off, and you ready to use it.”
She shrugged her backpack off and searched inside for the gun.
We were at the bridge in under two minutes; I kept Thais close as we went across. Once we made the halfway point, I regretted going over the bridge at all. This is when they’d attack, I thought as I grabbed Thais’ wrist and pulled her along.
When we made it across without incident, we darted into the Shawnee National Forest, our backpacks bouncing heavily against our backs.
We slept another night in the woods, against the base of a tall rock wall. Relieved to have time to make a proper bed, I gathered wood from the forest and constructed a bed to keep us off the ground.
After spending an hour searching for tinder that wasn’t too damp to start a fire with, I found enough to do the job and sparked a fire with a magnesium fire-starter. As we huddled together, we were visited by a small herd of deer that came walking through our camp. I thought about killing one so we could eat, but worried the gunshot would alert others of our presence.
THAIS & (ATTICUS)
By the second night, after we had pushed our way through rough terrain made up of more scaling rocks and thick brush and slippery hills, we came to a rock cave, bigger than the one I had shared with my sister long ago.
My stomach rumbled as I lay next to Atticus. The only thing either of us had had to eat in two days were earthworms, a couple eggs Atticus took from a bird’s nest, and bugs, but it wasn’t enough to replace the calories we’d burned traveling.
“Where are you going?” I raised my body from the cot, holding myself up on my elbow.
“To find you something to eat.”
“But I don’t want you to go alone.”
“I’m not going far. I’ll keep the camp in my sights.”
“But what if somebody hears the gunshot?”
“I don’t plan to use the gun unless I have to.” He patted the side of his boot where his knife was sheathed. “I’m just going to turn over a few dead trees and look under some rocks. I’ll be back.”
He returned thirty minutes later carrying a headless snake, at least a foot long and as big around as my wrist. He skinned it and gutted it and cooked the meat skewered on a tree branch over an open fire.
When another storm came in the next afternoon, we were forced to stay in the cave a third night.
It was the first time in over a week that Atticus took his boots off longer than a few minutes. He sucked air through his teeth as he pulled off the left boot; he complained that the blisters on his heel and the top of his two middle toes pulled away and broke when he peeled off the bloodstained sock afterward.
“Atticus, your feet look awful.” I moved to sit in front of him. I took his left foot into my hands, and when he tried to pull it away, my grip tightened and I glared, daring him to try. (It was the first time I’d smiled in…I couldn’t remember.)
“They’ll be fine,” he said. “I just need to air them out every once in a while.”
I looked at him, my eyes narrowed with lecture. “That’s bullshit,” I said, and Atticus laughed out loud.
“There’s not much I can do about it—they’re the only boots I have, and I’m not walking around barefooted.”
I released his foot gently.
“Well, you can do more than air them out every once in a while,” I echoed. “Just like with your hands, you need to keep them clean. And stop wearing them when you sleep. You only need them for walking.”
I stood up and went over to the small backpack propped against the cave wall.
“I wear them to sleep in case we get attacked,” he reminded me.
“We could get attacked at any time, asleep or awake,” I said as I sifted through the bag. “But if you let them get so bad you can’t walk or run in them at all, what are you going to do when we get attacked then?”
Atticus chuckled. “I’ll let you fight them off,” he joked. A shadow lay across his face, but I could still see his smile beneath it. Despite his feet, I was relieved to see his face was healing nicely, and his ribs didn’t seem to bother him as much.
