R leaned his face to the table and let his heavy eyelids fall, as expected he didn't feel very well rested from the night before. His eyes bounced back and forth from open to closed and finally locked shut. An image slowly faded into his vision. She smiled, a sad smile. Her teeth chattered from either the cold or pure fear and her eyes darted around, trying to take in every possible area around them.
As the vision cleared more he saw that they were sitting around a fire talking. Another man stood behind them gun in hand as he petted the weapon like a dear loved dog.
"Where are you from?" R flung his head up to meet her eyes.
"Sorry what?"
"Where are you from? I mean before this all started. Tell me about yourself."
This was the first time any of them had spoken about anything besides the obvious.
"I'm from Colorado."
She looked at me in anticipation; clearly not impressed by my short answer.
"And I've lived there my whole life, never travelled. Worked in a restaurant before all of this and went to University of Colorado." She looked at me again, I sighed. "I was studying music, I wanted to teach it."
She slumps back and lowers her head.
"I had just graduated from my school, kind of regret wasting all that time now. I got my degree in engineering. Spent all the late nights working and studying and stressing and then two weeks after I get that damn piece of paper, I hear of a few people on the news that got this weird disease. So I got told to hop on a plane and come back home."
I can hear the sadness in her voice as she speaks.
"Where are you from?"
She looked up at me. "I went to school in Calgary and home was in Kansas."
She smiles at me and I know that I like this girl, I barely know her but I know I will protect her. I will keep her safe.
"R? R are you okay?"
I blink my eyes open to notice the drool on my face and arm and my face completely flopped onto the table. Julie is standing above me, concern in her face and Nora looks at me and then laughs. "A bit tired are we?"
I shrugged it off and sit up in my seat. I'm not sure whether to tell them about these dreams or not. Julie's continues her look of concern as she drags out her seat and sits next to me. She reaches for my hand and then smiles and reaches for the eggs. The weight of now hiding something from her seems ironic as I now have the ability to speak my mind. I wanted to figure it out first; I didn't like telling her pieces of the story without knowing the whole truth. My heart fluttered at the stress of it, something I still had trouble getting used to.