Chapter 9
Becky wandered out of the orphanage, totally at a loss for emotion. Everything within her was as dead as everything on the outside world.
She had survived, thanks to Thorn, once again.
She had come to the orphanage to see if he was there, to hang out with him a while since God knew she had nothing else to do. Thorn, being the oldest, lived in the basement, which used to be a bomb shelter. Which she was in during Majin Buu's genocide attack.
Now she'd rather be dead. As she trudged through the streets paying no mind to the bodies and debris she heard a sound, but it was probably just some boy's dying yell.
She wandered out of the city into the vast blasted lands. Thorn was dead. Her parents were dead. She felt as if she was crying but no tears came out. There was noone left for her. Something in her told her to go to the desert. Maybe if she made it to the next town there'd be people...
A day came and went. There was no sign of life. At one point, Majin Buu had appeared in the sky, just to create thousands of explosions that nearly killed her, causing her to go flying into a rock and knocking her out for a while. She was beaten, bruised, hungry. Night was coming. She fell next to a small ledge, rest her head on a large rock. This was it. She'd go to sleep and never wake up. She just wished that she was dying in someone's arms...or that there was someone to see her in her last moments. A voice to hear and guide her to her end.
A moan broke the silence. But it wasn't her own. Shocked, she raced down the ledge to his crumpled, unconscious form.
"Thorn!" She said, tears in her eyes. He was barely alive, but he would make it. He leaned down and took his hand, embraced his body. Kissed his lips gently. He did not wake. But she'd wait for him...
Taking a seat a few meters in front of him, she looked to the sky. Several hours passed.
After watching the stars for so long, she noticed one was moving. Tracing it with her eyes and squinting, her blood ran cold. There was something small, and pink darting about.
Becky wandered out of the orphanage, totally at a loss for emotion. Everything within her was as dead as everything on the outside world.
She had survived, thanks to Thorn, once again.
She had come to the orphanage to see if he was there, to hang out with him a while since God knew she had nothing else to do. Thorn, being the oldest, lived in the basement, which used to be a bomb shelter. Which she was in during Majin Buu's genocide attack.
Now she'd rather be dead. As she trudged through the streets paying no mind to the bodies and debris she heard a sound, but it was probably just some boy's dying yell.
She wandered out of the city into the vast blasted lands. Thorn was dead. Her parents were dead. She felt as if she was crying but no tears came out. There was noone left for her. Something in her told her to go to the desert. Maybe if she made it to the next town there'd be people...
A day came and went. There was no sign of life. At one point, Majin Buu had appeared in the sky, just to create thousands of explosions that nearly killed her, causing her to go flying into a rock and knocking her out for a while. She was beaten, bruised, hungry. Night was coming. She fell next to a small ledge, rest her head on a large rock. This was it. She'd go to sleep and never wake up. She just wished that she was dying in someone's arms...or that there was someone to see her in her last moments. A voice to hear and guide her to her end.
A moan broke the silence. But it wasn't her own. Shocked, she raced down the ledge to his crumpled, unconscious form.
"Thorn!" She said, tears in her eyes. He was barely alive, but he would make it. He leaned down and took his hand, embraced his body. Kissed his lips gently. He did not wake. But she'd wait for him...
Taking a seat a few meters in front of him, she looked to the sky. Several hours passed.
After watching the stars for so long, she noticed one was moving. Tracing it with her eyes and squinting, her blood ran cold. There was something small, and pink darting about.