Chenoa
I was with my friend as I sat shotgun next to him as he drove his car along the rocky roads. I brushed my dark hair with my fingers and looked out the windows. I saw myself in the reflection of the window, my hazel eyes gleaming back at me and my darkish skin matching my complexion. I yawned before looking away and at Coltin, my closest guy friend.
“How much longer till we get to your uncle’s ranch?” I asked looking down at the map my Uncle Koko gave me.
“About 30 minutes or so,” Coltin said still looking at the road as he popped the gum he had in his mouth.
A magpie came up to the open side window and looked at me. I smiled and petted the bird’s head. It made little squeaks at the touch of my hand. I gestured for it to go off and find his home and it did so leaving a large black and white feather behind. I picked it up off my lap and looked at it before I put it in my hair.
“Isn’t it pretty Colin?” I asked.
“Trying not to crash here Chenoa,” He said in a singing tune.
I laughed at the tone and smiled. I saw the exit of the forest and a large flat land. The landscape between the forest and the land seemed intimidating with only a short little road to lead the way. Coltin had now started driving off the road. I looked at the plains and saw elk.
They were running together. Close. Closer. Bam.
I yelled as the car skidded and flipped over as the elk had now started trampling the car. Coltin yelled to me to get out. I broke the glass with my fist and began to run. Elk had chased me and almost trampled me to death. I grabbed the antler and hopped on. I turned around.
“COLTIN!” I yelled as loud as I could. The car grew smaller and smaller as the elk heard kept going the other direction. I almost started to cry as I could see him go farther and farther away.
I was going to die if I tried to make it back through the elk and my leg was badly cut along with my wrist from the glass I broke. I held tight to the elk as he followed the others to who-knows-where. I wiped the tears I had shed. Papa always told me to be strong and brave. That a man didn’t need to save you.
I smiled and remembered the words my papa told me. Would I ever see him again? Would I live to see Coltin? My uncle Koko? If I followed my natural instincts,yes. If I gave in,then hell no.
I kept my eyes closed and doze off, trying not to think about it. I wondered how Coltin was doing. How we would get back to one another. I looked out once more and saw patches of dead grass and green fresh grass along with mountains that began falling apart. I remembered that the disease was coming across my town and that I could die if I came even close to that thing.
It had been 7 months since my tribe elder had mentioned the disease.Since then it’s gotten worse. It was an apocalypse. And I was just thrown into it.
