So Sorry I took sooooooooooo long, I need to spell check it.
Catrina had developed an obsession with the floor boards, she figured if she picked at some long enough they would loosen, and she would have access to the room below. She sighed for the umpteenth time, dropped her slate of metal and rubbed at the cramp in her hand. Her boredom was driving her insane, she knew if she stopped; she would be a blubbering mess, or become some heretic. The worry of that is what brought her to the decision of scratching on the floor boards. Since she had no paper and stationery, Catrina couldn't indulge in her hobby of sketching.
Over the next hour she had drew a picture of herself standing on a star, with Katie observing from a great height on the next board. Jack; she had begun to draw as a rat, but then drew him as an Egyptian, she started to draw his mother when the floorboard shifted. Ever since she had been trying to lever the board up and file at the exposed metal.
Her trail of thought returned to Jack's mother, a descent attractive woman bringing up a brooding Jack. Katie smoothed into room to quietly observe her. "You know he's unlocked the door right?"
Maureen wrenched open the helm door, her hood up and flapping, water sprayed in from behind her and into the cabin, she firmly banged the door shut behind her. Everybody looked up. She sniffed, and revealed her wet face. "I've lost my damn hat." She mumbled. Of course as she expected; no reaction, there were more pressing issues at hand. Her husband simply gave her a straight lipped smile.
"Okay... what's wrong?" She looked from one to the other suspiciously.
Murphy grabbed her attention. "Either our calculations have been wrong, or someone here has been little careless." He side glanced at Santos.
Her mouth did an impression of a draw bridge. "We're not in the wrong place are we, I know the radar went funny, but it's okay now, plus we have the old fashion way-."
"-He doesn't mean the co-ordination. But the food, the rationing." Said Roger. "It's vanishing."
She looked at them disbelievingly and walked past them in a huff and wrenched the cupboards open one by one, as she molested each container she got more frustrated as the tell-tale rattle or rustle of empty spaces continued through her search. Maureen finally slammed the last cupboard, and slouched against the unit facing them. "Jesus Guys you are pigs, what are we supposed to do now?"
"It's not me, nor Greer he's on a diet!"
"-Hey...I said that in confidence!" Greer protested flicking a tooth pick at Munder. "If you ask me something fucked up is going down here, yesterday in the storage we had 3 burlaps of rice, 10 cans of beans, 5 Jars of beef jerky, and a sack of oranges." He didn't even blink. "When I went down there this morning I found half a burlap, 3 cans of beans, no beef jerky, and one fucking orange!"
"What the fuck, that's impossible we had one meal yesterday, whose been eating?" Maureen scolded the crew with her glare.
Santos cleared his throat. "It's not me, it's suspicious I know, but no one is going to own up for it, the question is what are we going to do? We can't ration what we have!"
"-What do you wanna do smart ass." Murphy chuntered.
"I think he's implying we go to the coast."Maureen interjected. "I don't want to, it'll put us back 2 days, but we have to." She sighed locking eyes with her husband. "But it doesn't mean I let this occurrence go, we have to be careful." She made her way outside, she had been spending most of her time out there as if smelling the air for her daughter. The door creak behind her, and she assumed it was her husband, Murphy appeared on her right staring at the horizon.
"I don't want to worry you Maureen, love, but it seems something's against us, I'm losing faith."
Maureen could see it in his eyes, not just the tiredness but betrayal. "We'll be quick..and we'll find her."
Murphy's head now faced her, a look of determination. "That's not what I meant. I smell sabotage in the air, descent in the ranks."
Katie tugged at Catrina's retreating cardigan. "They're not onboard."
"He hasn't...?"
"No, they're back at base you might say. Jack's watching you-"
-"OH WELL I HOPE HE CAN HEAR ME, THE BASTARD!" Katie placed a cold hand near her mouth.
"Now's not the time to be Queen Bitch, he's pissed and slightly drained."
Catrina found it funny she was struggling with a ghost. "Good he'll be easier to swot!"
"Trust me, you don't want to go near him now, he found your little message written in blood in the box while he with the salvagers." She felt Catrina stiffen.
Catrina had a moment of revelation, which was now being replaced with stone in the stomach fear. "And?"
"It freaked the guys out, Jack was trying to reassure them for half an hour, but he's pissed, I thought he was coming to kill you, he unlocked your door for Christ-sake." Katie indicating to door which Catrina was fiddling with, Cat was slightly confused, why hadn't he come in?' Though that's a relief right?
Katie continued in her desperate voice. "I think he's either changed his mind and just allowing you more time, ...or he's waiting for you to go to him." Katie's voice quietened towards the end.
Catrina's nerves were rattled, she took a step back from the door as if it were Jack himself. "Why, why would he do that?" She was looking desperately through Katie.
Katie sighed. "I have no idea, he's rattled himself, you know when I said he's drained?" Catrina didn't like Katie's sudden need to whisper, she nodded slowly. "I think he's having one of his funny turns, he's hungry sweetheart, and he's keeping his distance like a good boy, but for how much longer." Katie finished, the woman in front of eyed the door once again.
For Catrina it started to make sense, his condition, Maybe it'll kill him?..Nare he'd probably live forever. "The door's open just in case he changes his mind." Catrina whispered more to herself than anything. "By me going to him that will make the decision for him, Oh such a dangerous game." She narrowed her eyes at the entrance.
Katie leaned towards her ear to snap her out of her trance. "Barricade yourself in."
"Again, I've spent 2 hours thinking about getting out. I get so bored, Katie."
"I have something we could do?" Katie suggested, Catrina merely quirked her eyebrows.
"Yes! I like it, I really, really like it, I've never been so pleased with my genetics than I am now...this is more exciting than getting fitted for my first bra." Her hair had been crimped, the old fashioned way; knotted to within in an inch of its life with handkerchiefs. Katie also had spent a lot of effort trying to grip the tube of lipstick, and it had been applied near perfect. Though the thing she was most excited about was the bodice Katie had found, every girls dream was to try on interesting clothes, especially ones that were most unlikely to be worn in everyday life. Though she wasn't wearing it on its own, but over the top of a V neck, it certainly made her feel like a lady...for once.
"I envy you."
"Don't worry your time will come soon." Catrina smiled curtly, then it hit or in a flash, realising her error, she cringed at the coldness emitting from Katie standing behind her, she turned hoping to look as apologetic as possible, and found she couldn't look round. She placed the mirror back on the vanity. "I'm sorry Katie, I forgot." She reached her hand over her shoulder hoping to make contact with Katie. Protoplasm milked over her hand like silk. "50 years is a long time." Catrina heard a 'woosh', and she immediately turned to find her room empty. Her heart was in her throat. 50 years is way too long to be a child.
An amazing beautiful woman, she gained independence from dependence after her father gave her a $10,000 to find a place to live, she moved into a small apartment in which she painted all the rooms purple, she drove a beetle car, worked in a boutique, and she was one of the first women to go to college from her area. She meets her future husband at a music concert, they date for 8 months before he pops the question. They marry, their first dance as a married couple is to a folk song, the honeymoon is overshadowed by a sudden bout of sickness, which turns out to be none other than morning sickness; she is 5 weeks pregnant. She gives birth to a boy, she names him Charlie. Another 3 years goes by and she gives birth to another boy she names Jacob, it would be another 6 years before she has another child, her final child; a girl named Maureen...her beautiful baby, but of course it's impossible, she's too young to have a baby, she's only 12 years old, she never got to see her parents, she was never given any money by her father, she never meets her husband, she never grows up...because she's already dead. ...
...Katie sighed while floating between two rooms, her face etched in innocent sorrow, her now glossy eyes swirling with the maturity of her true age. 'Some after life!'
Sorry I took so long...r&r