One last bullet

by Tobeornotobe

[WA3] Jet had always felt cold. Even on the hottest days, he felt cold. It wasn’t a nice feeling, but he had gotten used to it. He had hated everyone and everything. But now, as he carried Virginia, half dead, in his hands, he felt warm.

3. Chapter three

Chapter Three – One last Bullet

It was the strong, reassuring arms that held her; they stopped her from slipping away into death. She didn't know who's they were, but she could feel them around her. She felt them, keeping her fastened to the ground, where she belonged.

Virginia woke to find herself in he shade of a lone tree.

She rolled over, feeling ill.

Jet had run. Run away from the small line of houses. The man had told him, he was miles away from Humphrey's peak. He had been walking in the wrong direction for hours. He laughed at a private joke he made to himself, his memory never had been good, had it?

But the man wouldn't stop asking questions. Jet could feel Virginia slipping away from him, and had panicked. He had run. Maybe it was a case of out the frying pan and into the fire, because now they were lost in the desert.

Virginia sat up "J ... Jet?" She asked still half asleep. She sounded like a little lost child calling for its mother.

Jet looked up. Virginia was awake. He felt like he had a reputation to keep, he felt like he had to pretend he didn't care whether she lived or died. But something in her voice sounded so helpless.

As night began to fall, jet inspected Virginia's pistols. Each had one last bullet left. One last bullet... One last bullet for when the desert heat got too much... One lasted Bullet could but an end to it all...