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Apocalypsis 01 - Kahayatle

Apocalypsis 01 - Kahayatle

Titel: Apocalypsis 01 - Kahayatle
Autoren: Elle Casey
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really just me being anxious about Peter coming over to join me.  
    I’d been alone for four months.   It’s the longest period of time I’d ever been without human contact in my life.   Now that I’d found Peter in my backyard, I was craving more time together.  
    Part of me was disgusted with myself, seeing it as a weakness - a dangerous one that could put my safety at risk.   The other part of me didn’t care what the loner in me thought.   People weren’t meant to live in solitude.   Before he left, my dad told me I should find someone to be with - someone I could trust and who could take care of themselves.   I’m pretty sure Peter wasn’t the type of companion he’d had in mind, since he was about as helpless as a baby bird, but I guess you don’t choose your friends when the world comes to an end; you take what you can get and make do.   Maybe I could teach Peter how to defend himself at least.   His bullets weren’t going to last forever, and I was pretty sure that when and if that gun ever went off in his hands, the kick-back would knock him unconscious.
    At five o’clock I went outside, not even bothering to check the front yard first, I was so anxious to get this done.   Before I was even to the fence, a backpack came flying over the top.   I stepped smoothly to the side to let it drop down beside me, smiling to myself - it was good to know my reflexes were still sharp.
    Next came a gigantic sleeping bag - the kind my dad said to avoid using because it wouldn’t pack lightly and would stay damp forever.   I shook my head, wondering if there was a surplus store that might have some gear left on the shelves.
    The next thing I saw was the edge of a bright purple box-type thing at the top of the fence.   Peter seemed to be struggling, so I stepped up to help him out.  
    “What is that?” I asked quietly as I joined him.  
    “A suitcase,” he grunted out.  
    I grabbed the corner of it and lifted it over the edge, grunting with the effort.   “What the heck do you have in here?   Bricks?”
    “Spaghetti sauce and some other stuff.   Don’t drop it, there’s glass in there.”
    I managed to get the monstrosity over into my yard, surprised I didn’t pull a back muscle doing it.   “Wow, you sure know how to travel light,” I said, sarcastically.   I hoped breaking the news to him that we would be leaving soon and that this elephant wouldn’t be coming with us wouldn’t make him decide to stay.
    Peter’s toe came to the top of the fence, his dirty, once white sneakers trying to find purchase on the wood.  
    I jumped up on the fence a few feet down and climbed over to the other side.   While Peter busied himself with getting over, I took the kitchen chair he’d used to boost himself up and brought it to the back door of his house.   I laid it on its side and stomped on one of the legs, breaking it off.   The last thing I wanted to do was provide some raider a nice ladder to use to get into my yard.   I broke off a second leg and then picked them both up, throwing them to separate far corners of the yard, before returning to Peter’s struggling form.
    I grabbed his flailing foot and pushed on it a little so he’d realize I was there.   “Use my hand as leverage,” I instructed.   As soon as I felt his leg stiffen, I pushed again, giving him a boost that sent him flying over the fence.   He was lighter than he even looked, which was saying a lot.
    I jumped over to join him, brushing the front of my pants off as I waited for him to get up off the ground.  
    “You didn’t have to push so hard.”
    “Sorry, I didn’t realize you had hollow bird-bones.   I expected you to be heavier.”
    Peter scowled at me and then went to gather his things.   He started for the suitcase, but I waved him away.  
    “You go get the backpack and sponge.   I’ll get this.   I don’t want you to break an arm.”
    “Sponge?”
    “That sad excuse for a sleeping bag you have.”
    Peter went to follow my orders.   “Have you always been this anti-social or is it just the apocalypse that’s brought out your sunny personality traits?”
    I stopped, for a split second offended, but then just happy.   Thank the stars this kid has a sense of humor.   Without it, life was going to be seriously uncomfortable.
    “This is me being friendly.   Just wait until you piss me off.”
    “Wow, I’m looking forward to that,” he said, dragging his backpack with one hand and his
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