Back from the gutter institution, don't you breathe for me, unapologetic apathy!
I should stop mentioning song lyrics.
The roads, the filthy roads down south. With the bulky rucksack saddled on her shoulders, she walked, her body hasn't healed, she could hear them scream, shouting at her, telling her to go slow, but no, the stubborn little rock insisted on walking, grunting softly under her breath. The pain in her leg, worsened, yesterday it turned pink, today it burned crimson, each step brings pain, each step slowed her down. "You okay Lils?" Luna asked Lily who was pushing a wheelchair, the same wheelchair yesterday, and on said wheelchair were things, the little nooks and crannies they took from the cannibal cannery.
"I'm good, come on Luna sit down," Lily said as she took out the earpiece connected to the music player. "You look like shit though,"
"I'm prettier than that hoe," Luna replied still struggling with the pair of crutches, smiling at her poor joke, comedy ain't her forte, "We're not even two hours in Lily, I can still smell that place,"
"C'mon Lunes, sit down," Lily pleaded as she parked the wheelchair in front of Luna, blocking her way. "I don't want you to get hurt,"
"I'll rest when we get to someplace with a roof," Luna protested as she manoeuvred her way around the makeshift roadblock, "I'll tell ya if I need to sit alright,"
Still worried over the current state of her sister, Lily lagged behind, prepared to catch in case she fell. Walking and walking, sweat ran down their body as if they were an avalanche, flowing down like a broken dam. They started to walk in the morning, armed to the teeth but broken into a pulp. Hours upon hours, they walked down the barren roads, arriving at an intersection. An old diner on the right, a barren convenience store on the left and on the other side of the bisector, a small little book store and on the opposite of it is a car park. Other than the boarded-up windows, the junk littering the wastes, and the darkness brewing, the place seemed nice, for the night at least.
"We still have some daylight with us," Luna said as she tapped Lily's shoulder with one of the crutches. "Wanna check the book store, could catch up with your reading,"
"That boring thing again?" Lily groaned in annoyance, "okay," she sighed in defeat as the two walked over inside the book store.
Opening the door via shoving the wheelchair at it, the two were greeted with a dusty shop, the world ended, people might be going for the weed before the books, not a bad priority if you think about it hard enough, you are hard enough when you're stoned. Parking the clunky wheelchair beside the checkout counter, Lily walked over behind it, checking below it, scavenging, surviving. Much to her dismay, she couldn't find anything below, only old receipt rolls and a box with a phallic object painted on them.
"What's this Luna?" Lily asked as she passes over a box to Luna. "Con... doms?"
"Oh yeah, don't play with these," Luna replied as she stuffed the small box into her pocket. "better for you to not know,"
Knowing her sister, Lily walked out of the booth, walking over to the aisles, looking at the displays she saw what used to be a hit novel, "The Lanterns," it wrote on the dusty cover. It was one and a half-inch thick, adequate reading material for who knows how long it would take for them to arrive in Florida, still covered in plastic too. "You wanna try reading murder mystery?" Luna asked enthusiastically.
"Doesn't hurt right?" Lily asked as she readied her arm to break the glass separating her and the prize, and broke it she did, one hard blow with the elbow and the glass was reduced to dust, "Ouch," she said before taking the book, "Luna can I go walk around a bit?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure Lils," Luna replied before laying the rucksack on the floor, Luna sat with her back resting at the counter, she groaned, the walk did a number on her, her body felt like chunks of knock off building blocks, ready to shatter on the ground. Knackered, a word that described her current state perfectly, knackered both physically and mentally, she burned her brain coping with the intense pain, what's left of it anyways. Pulling the bottom hem up, she looked at the bandage, her eyes gazed on it, looking at it with distrust, the pain burned. Opening the bandage she saw the stitches, puss came out of the openings, that's bad, it must be bad. She didn't know what she needed to do, but she knows what she have to do, swiftly she covered it back before Lily came back.
"Luna look at what I found," Lily said excitedly, before coming out of the back with an old acoustic guitar, "long time since I heard you play this,"
"Oh damn, where did you find that?" Luna asked as she puts on a fake smile, "nice concert brah,"
"Why don't you play something?" Lily urged as she passed the guitar over to Luna.
"I don't know Lily, I-I-it had been too long since I saw one of these babies," Luna stuttered as she caressed the guitar's neck, a marvellous instrument she loved, "Alright, here goes nothing," she said before taking out a teal guitar picked out of her chest pocket, the one she got from that wretched school.
Strum after strum, her melodious little play brought life to the barren little place, but even with the wand in her music-making hands, the darkness came. Minutes flew by faster when joy overcame fear. Realising the dangers, Luna stopped and laid the guitar next to her, slowly she stood up, "same old same old," she said before limping over to the door, locking it with the handle above the door frame. "argh," she groaned as she shoved one of the crutches through the handles.
"Lunes, why are you using that?" Lily asked as she looked at Luna, "Won't it break?"
"Not if we don't make any noises," she replied before sitting down where she sat before, "you should sleep," Luna said as she pulled Lily to sit beside her, "Goodnight Lils,"
"Goodnight Luna," Lily replied as she laid her head on Luna's lap, shutting her eyes, "Love you,"
"Love you too,"
Behind a rusty red jeep, a man in black khakis and a brown leather jacket crouched, in his left hand was a walkie talkie, one that is currently active and on his right was a revolver, shiny barrel, and a black rubber handle, one blow to the head and there wouldn't be any head. The sun was setting and his smile was striking. "I have the asset, they ain't escaping this time,"
Hope you enjoy this poorly written shit, thank you for reading mates
