Digging With Death
Disclaimer: I do not own Holes, though I wished I owned ZigZag, I'm not
making any money from this. Enjoy.
ZigZag groaned as he realized it must be well past midnight and his insomnia was kicking in again.
He had been left sleep-deprived for the last few days. He couldn't help it, as the mattress smelled of sour milk and the night left him sweaty and uncomfortably hot. He tried to avoid the stares of his D-Tent mates, who had obviously noticed his enormous blue eyes lacked their usual gleam and had developed dark circles underneath them. He was now always the last to finish his hole, and sometimes it took him 'till the sun wavered and set.
ZigZag, frustrated, stood up from his mattress and quietly tiptoed towards the tent flap, canteen in hand. Maybe a little water from the spigot in the shower might lull him to sleep.
Suddenly, ZigZag felt a bright light glare in his face. He spun around to see Magnet, flashlight in hand, gazing worriedly at Zig as the flashlight obviously stolen from Pendanski shook slightly in his fingers.
"Turn that thing off!" ZigZag hissed as Armpit stirred noisily. Magnet obeyed, flicking off the light and once again the darkness swallowed them.
"Where were you going?" Magnet whispered, concerned for every wink of sleep Zig might get. Zig sighed.
"The water spigot in the showers. I'm thirsty." He said, slinking closer to Magnet in the deep of the night. Maybe it was past 1:00am now. Three and a half hours more to sleep.
Magnet reached for Zig's shadow, beckoning him to sit down on his mattress. "No, man, you need sleep. Get a drink later. Please, man? We're worried about you."
ZigZag pulled at loose threads in the bleached sheet. "Alright. It's just... I don't know what's wrong. Something's happening, Magnet. This place is a disease."
"I know, man. Just try to make the best of it. You can't get out, no one can. So try and live. Cause it would suck if you weren't here."
"Thanks Magnet." Zig said. He really appreciated what Magnet was doing. Rarely ever did the deliquents of Camp Green Lake receive condolence.
"Anytime." Magnet felt a slight bounce in the mattress. He felt wild blonde hair resting on his pillow. ZigZag lay beside him, softly snoring for the first time in days. Magnet smiled as he lay down beside him. It was music to his ears.
Disclaimer: I do not own Holes, though I wished I owned ZigZag, I'm not
making any money from this. Enjoy.
ZigZag groaned as he realized it must be well past midnight and his insomnia was kicking in again.
He had been left sleep-deprived for the last few days. He couldn't help it, as the mattress smelled of sour milk and the night left him sweaty and uncomfortably hot. He tried to avoid the stares of his D-Tent mates, who had obviously noticed his enormous blue eyes lacked their usual gleam and had developed dark circles underneath them. He was now always the last to finish his hole, and sometimes it took him 'till the sun wavered and set.
ZigZag, frustrated, stood up from his mattress and quietly tiptoed towards the tent flap, canteen in hand. Maybe a little water from the spigot in the shower might lull him to sleep.
Suddenly, ZigZag felt a bright light glare in his face. He spun around to see Magnet, flashlight in hand, gazing worriedly at Zig as the flashlight obviously stolen from Pendanski shook slightly in his fingers.
"Turn that thing off!" ZigZag hissed as Armpit stirred noisily. Magnet obeyed, flicking off the light and once again the darkness swallowed them.
"Where were you going?" Magnet whispered, concerned for every wink of sleep Zig might get. Zig sighed.
"The water spigot in the showers. I'm thirsty." He said, slinking closer to Magnet in the deep of the night. Maybe it was past 1:00am now. Three and a half hours more to sleep.
Magnet reached for Zig's shadow, beckoning him to sit down on his mattress. "No, man, you need sleep. Get a drink later. Please, man? We're worried about you."
ZigZag pulled at loose threads in the bleached sheet. "Alright. It's just... I don't know what's wrong. Something's happening, Magnet. This place is a disease."
"I know, man. Just try to make the best of it. You can't get out, no one can. So try and live. Cause it would suck if you weren't here."
"Thanks Magnet." Zig said. He really appreciated what Magnet was doing. Rarely ever did the deliquents of Camp Green Lake receive condolence.
"Anytime." Magnet felt a slight bounce in the mattress. He felt wild blonde hair resting on his pillow. ZigZag lay beside him, softly snoring for the first time in days. Magnet smiled as he lay down beside him. It was music to his ears.