Running With the Wave

Chapter 30

Hunter:

I cried myself to sleep the next night, wishing that bad things didn't happen. I remember that last time I went to Keeper training, before I met Era, and Father had shown me the moniter on cell fifteen. He had pointed out Era, said that Era was soon to become one of the Disposed, and then he had pointed out a smaller figure and called her Moa. It's only now that I realize that that small girl is also the one who made up the wave analogy, and how our life is us running with the wave. That eight-year old... She had gone through enough to think up an analogy on how life is just running from the bad things that happen. I always knew that everything about the cells, the Disposed, the Scar and the rest of our world is sick, but I never realized how sick before now. Sick enough that a little girl could live a tortured life. I get up and stamp out the fire I just made after waking up. Shoving the rest of the beans into my mouth, I take off my shirt and pack everything into it. I gave Era the pack, thinking that it would be only her going to the prison like she'd asked. Now I wish I still had it, because I am going to get very cold without my shirt on and I'm not sure how the Keepers will react. Oh well. I scatter the ashes of my fire around so that it looks like no one was ever here, then sling my shirt over my shoulder and begin walking towards the prison.

Father will kill me.

The thought makes me freeze in my tracks and hesitate. Unlike Era, I do care wether I live or die, and if I die by my Father's hand it will be even worse.

"Grow a damn backbone, Hunter." I mutter to myself.

With that I sprint through the forest towards the prison to help my Love free the women, fix this world, and face my father.

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Another really short chapter... Sorry about that.