Finding Eden

by Dinsdale, Megan

  “Who was it?”

  I spoke too soon. I knew what she was talking about and I ran my hand over my head. She was right about that. I did it again because I could. Maybe what I was going through was what she went through. I could tell that it hurt her to tell me her parents were dead and the fact that she believed it to be her fault was a whole other story. It was as if just saying the words aloud made it real and she didn’t want it to be real. When she said it though, it seemed as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, like she could finally lay her parents to rest and be the person she used to be.

  That was it. Was this an epiphany? Maybe I was in the same dilemma she was and I had to see her go through a similar situation to realize it. I didn’t want to lay them to rest though. I refused to let them go; if I did, I would have to admit to myself that I wasn’t able to save them, that they were gone for good. I knew it wasn’t directly my fault that they died, but I also didn’t save them. I should have been able to. I should have tried harder.

  The same moon was reflecting the same sun, blanketing the desert with the same shy light, dulling the stars in the same sky. The dirt we walked on was the same rocky stuff that had been there for centuries. Nothing was changing around me and it made my life so incredibly mundane. I needed a change and I couldn’t believe it took this kid and her incessant bugging to realize it.

  “My wife.” I answered and something lifted. I felt lighter.

  “I’m so sorr—”

  “And my daughter.”

  Chapter 7

  [ Elle ]

  I stopped so abruptly that dust sprang up, whirled around my legs, and softly fell back to the ground. I was choking on words I hadn’t even thought of to say yet. I absently looked down at my arms; there was a splotch of blood in the curve of my elbow I had missed while cleaning. What could I say to that? I knew anything said to me about losing my parents wouldn’t have helped. It’s just nice to know that someone cares.

  “I’m so...so sorry.” I wished I was an eloquent speaker. Sorry could never express how I truly felt about his situation.

  He was a father. He didn’t have his daughter any longer, but he’d always be a dad. Suddenly the last few days flashed back to me: his playfulness, his desire to heal my wounds, the empty look in his eyes. I recalled him poking me and tugging my braid. It made so much sense now—he wasn’t just patronizing me because of my height like I had originally thought. I imagined his daughter and how he probably acted with her—a little girl on his shoulders, her arms wrapped around his head, giggling with delight. I envisioned him tossing her into the air before catching her, a grin on both of their faces.

  And his wife. He was a widow. Something panged in my chest. He had loved a woman so completely that they’d married and had a child. He was a family man and everything I had learned about him thus far proved opposite of that fact. He hadn’t always been hiding behind his self-erected barrier. I suspected the loss of them had caused him to build that sturdy, unbreakable wall.

  Tex had stopped several yards ahead of me. His back was to me. I wanted to see his face. Would his barriers still be up? How long would he continue to barricade himself behind them? I slowly made my way over to him; I was afraid of what I might find.

  “Stop.” He didn’t move.

  I was so close to him I could hear his breathing. It was labored. Was he crying? Maybe he didn’t want me to see him that weak. I chewed on my bottom lip. I wanted so badly to help him.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” I hesitated between each word, wishing more than anything that he’d say yes.

  “What the fuck do you think?” That smarted. He rubbed his face, sighed, and said, “I’m sorry.”

  “I only want to help and try to understand.” I reached for him, but dropped my hand back down to my side.

  “Blondie,” he groaned with frustration, “I don’t want these memories to resurface.”

  “I found that ignoring them is worse.” I gathered my courage and placed my hand against his shoulder blade.

  He dropped to the ground, kneeling. I followed suit and knelt across from him. I cupped my hands over his knees. He recoiled at my proximity and touch, but I didn’t move. He had to realize that I was there to help, not to emotionally maim him. He looked at the moon and I knew he was mentally estimating how much time until sunrise.

  He must have decided we weren’t in any real peril. “My wife’s name was Sarah and our daughter was Danielle. It happened when the tsunami hit.”

  I sucked in my breath, holding it. My parents’ faces flashed before my eyes.

  “We were in our house, but the waves practically demolished it. Sarah was holding Danielle when it hit. She was four and still in the stage of constantly wanting to be held by her mom. Anyway,” he continued, “the sun had just disappeared behind the horizon, so it was still light, but not deadly.”

  “Thank God,” I murmured

  Tex snorted. “Yeah, thank God for bringing that man over to our direction. Thank God that he decided to use my wife and daughter as his own personal floatation device. He dragged them down, drowning them, without an ounce of regret on his face.”

  My hand planted itself over my mouth in a very dramatic manner.

  “If he suffered, then and only then, I’ll thank God.”

  “I hope you don’t blame yourself.” I frowned and without thought, reached for his face.

  “Stop touching me! You are always touching me!” He got to his feet so abruptly that I fell back onto my butt. He started walking again.

  I didn’t apologize and followed behind him.

  He cleared his throat. He was going to answer my question after all. “I tried my hardest to swim towards them, but the current was too fast and strong.”

  “Then it’s not your fault.”

  “I never said it was.”

  “True, but that’s what you believe.”

  “Why do you think that?”

  “It’s obvious, isn’t it?” I caught up to him. My shoulder accidentally brushed against his arm. “You refuse to open up to me. You try, but you can’t seem to get passed that barrier you built up, not just around yourself, but me as well. You’re afraid that if we become close, something will happen to me and you’ll blame yourself for not being able to save me.” This time I purposely brushed against him. “I think that’s also why you won’t tell me your name. It’ll mean that we have some sort of relationship rather than being strangers. You don’t want to have to care for someone in case you lose them.”

  He was silent for a while. He knew I was right and he didn’t know what to say.

  “I’m not like you, Blondie. Admitting aloud that they’re dead won’t suddenly free me from my guilty binds.”

  “No, but it’s a start.” I stuck my hand in my pocket and found my forgotten pack of gum. I handed him a piece. He took it.

  “So, what do you want from me exactly?” He unwrapped the foil from around the gum, dropping the wrapper on the ground.

  “I want you to be okay. I hate seeing you so closed up. We can talk and joke, but at the same time, I feel it’s just a façade. I want to see the real you free of all these, as you call them, binds. I want us to be friends. I want to be able to call you something besides Tex. I feel like you should be wearing a cowboy hat and chaps.”

  He barked out laughter. It was a beautiful thing to hear. Tex shoved the gum between his lips and began to chew.

  “You’re not going to tell me your name, are you?” I frowned; my voice was mopey and I felt defeated.

  “Nope,” he smiled. I saw his jaw muscles contract as he chewed.

  “Well,” I exhaled. “At least be more open to me. Be yourself.”

  “I’ll try.” He spit out the gum. “That shit’s nasty.”

  I laughed, but continued to chew on my piece. “That’s all I ask for.”

  We reached the next safepoint with a few hours to spare. It was practically identical to the last, sans a coyote. Tex excavated the supply box
from the ground and it had all the same items in it. We each devoured two MREs and I shared a bag of stale sour cream and onion chips.

  I laid out the blanket, which thankfully was a little bit thicker and softer this time. I took a seat and unbraided my hair. Without my brush, I had to use my fingers, so I combed them through my hair until I was satisfied with the results. I quickly glanced in Tex’s direction and caught him watching me. I wasn’t sure why he found me untangling my hair interesting, but to each their own I supposed.

  Tex sat down on the very edge of the blanket. Again. He was rifling through his bag when he pulled out a deck of cards and waved it in the air, teasing me with them.

  “You have no idea how sick I am of playing cards.” I groaned.

  “You’re going to forfeit before I even propose a challenge?” He crawled over and sat cross-legged in front of me. Our knees almost touched. I was surprised because that was the closest he had ever willingly got.

  “Tex,” I snorted. “I already know I’m going to win, so before you even ask, I just want you to know you’re committing suicide.”

  “What makes you so sure, Blondie?”

  “Well, it’s probably the fact that I’ve lived alone for almost five years and had nothing but playing cards and board games to keep me busy. I’ve perfected my skills.”

  He laughed and started to deal the cards. “If you are constantly playing yourself—the same skill level every time—then you’ll never improve.”

  I frowned and gestured towards the cards. “Well?”

  “The name of the game is War.”

  “Really, Tex? War?”

  “Got a problem with that?”

  I shrugged and picked up my stack of cards, placing my thumb on the top one. “No, but you will.”

  Tex’s stack of cards dwindled down to just a few, while I had about ninety-eight percent of the deck. I was about to take his final card—a two—with my queen, when the world around us began to shake.

  I remembered the small earthquakes we’d get in San Diego years ago. The biggest I'd ever experienced before this world went to hell was probably a 5.0, but this was well beyond that. This was a breed of its own, beyond even the tremors that had produced the tsunami. The jolts were so violent that I began to toss and turn on the earthen floor. The cave walls cracked in a hundred tiny fissures until sharp stone pieces started to break away from the ceiling and fall to the ground around us.

  “Shit!” Tex yelled over the deafening noise. I watched him grab his backpack and hold it over his head. I went to do the same, but was unfortunately too late; a falling rock rocketed at my head, knocking me off balance. I fell onto my butt and instinctively pressed my hand against the offending pain the stone caused. I felt something warm and sticky.

  “Crap,” I winced as I pulled my hand back, examining the red mess.

  “Holy shit! Are you okay?” He held his backpack over me, leaving him wide open.

  I felt a little dizzy, but didn’t admit to it. I shoved his bag away and replaced it with my own. I felt impact after impact against it. We were both standing now and it took everything I had to keep my balance. Even then, I lost it a few times.

  The tremors didn’t stop or slow down—they increased. This seemed to cause the cracks in the wall to shift, breaking apart the entire cave.

  “If we stay here any longer, we’re going to get flattened.” Tex grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the exit, all the while dodging the stone missiles.

  We made our way to the mouth of the cave and I felt something smash into my shoulder. I cried out before I could even think about muffling the sound. I didn’t need Tex to worry about me now. We had to look after ourselves in a situation like this.

  “What are we going to do?” I groaned, standing just outside the cave. That’s when I realized my pack seemed too light. It should have been heavier.

  I had forgotten a few of my water bottles that I had carelessly taken out. Without looking at Tex, I quickly ran back towards the cave. A meteor catapulted out of nowhere into the side of the mountain, filling the mouth of the cave with tons of rubble. Dirt and rock exploded into the sky, pelting every inch of my body. I fell flat onto the ground and covered my head. Dirt blanketed me, creating a layer of filth across my body.

  Tex was immediately by my side, but not a second later another meteor came barreling out of the sky.

  And another.

  Each one brought with it the sound of a gunshot. A trail of smoke followed behind the flying boulders, mixing with the dirt and debris that convulsed from the desert with each thunderous impact.

  The cannon fire was relentless, a constant detonation. There was absolutely nowhere to run. All we had was hope—hope that we’d survive this onslaught of deadly projectiles.

  The desert exploded around us into hundreds of dirt geysers that continuously rained down on us, stoning us and turning the air around us into a dusty veil.

  “Tex!” I pleaded. I had no idea what to do or where to go to from here.

  His hand wrapped around mine and I instantly felt safe, though never really out of death’s promising grip. We just ran for it, not entirely sure where we were running to. We just ran in hopes of escaping the heavy artillery produced from the skies.

  There was no point in speaking, for even screaming was drowned out by the sonic booms. The skies were masked with cloud-like contrails—so gray and thick they canceled out the moon.

  We had ran for over an hour when we finally stopped. The attack had mercifully halted. The clouded sky had yet to dissipate, but I could almost make out a brightening behind the smoky substance. We had less than an hour to find safety.

  I rested my hands against my knees, trying in vain to catch my breath. Tex was at my side immediately, examining me for any fatal wounds.

  “I’m fine,” I shrugged him away, which caused a bolt of pain to shoot through my arm. My entire body was sore. I felt like I had barely escaped a stoning by an angry mob. “How are you?”

  “I’ve been through worse.” The side of his mouth curved ever so slightly. His answer left me wondering about his blinded eye all over again.

  The desert was newly scarred, covered in both deep and shallow pits that we had to find our way around.

  He grimaced and looked towards the sky. “We don’t have too much time left. The next safepoint is too far away. We’re going to have to head in that direction and hope to find something to shelter us from the day.”

  God must love me; we found a crater that had been newly formed in the side of a hill. It was deep enough to hide us from the daylight, though I wasn’t too sure how we’d fare against the higher temperatures; we were so used to the caves and the cooler climate they held.

  Tex led us about thirty-five feet into the hole when we were met with a wall. We were pressed against it, watching as the world outside of our substitute safepoint brightened. Every minute, the light grew closer and closer until it was almost biting at our toes.

  Tex broke the silence. “I have a feeling we won’t get much sleep today.”

  Chapter 8

  [ Elle ]

  Night fell and I was dog tired. Sleep had come in short intervals all throughout the day. The unimaginable heat mixed with the light that threatened to consume us kept us both awake and too afraid to sleep.

  “I’m not saying I regret coming with you, but holy crap!” I stretched out all my limbs and stepped out into the night.

  “I won’t lie. Your little bunker would be the equivalent to Heaven right now.”

  I laughed and it hurt. My lungs ached from overuse. I was pretty sure they were coated with dust as well. I didn’t want to journey on tonight. I just wanted to curl up and hibernate for a couple of years, but that crater wasn’t even close to safe.

  I took a long pull from my water bottle and it dulled the gritty, uncomfortable feeling in my throat.

  “It seems we’ve been to hell and back in under a day.” Tex commented as he scanned the map. “Good news is, we’re ov
er half way to the next safepoint, so we won’t have to travel long tonight.”

  “That news makes me so happy I could just cry.” I brushed a fake tear away from my eye.

  “Please don’t.”

  “How compassionate.” I rolled my eyes.

  “Compassion died when the world died.”

  I shut my mouth. I had a feeling that world was code for Sarah and Danielle.

  [ Tex ]

  After a couple hours, we finally made it to the next safepoint.

  We were beat; it had been both a physically and emotionally exhausting couple of days, but when was it not with us? I laid out the blanket and Blondie immediately took the side closest to the cave wall. She was out within seconds—the last twenty-four hours were etched into her heavy, labored breathing.

  I went to fiddle with the lantern, but I thought better of it. The girl had the right idea. As grimy as I was, I didn’t have the strength or the state of mind to do anything but exit this world for the day.

  The blanket was large enough, so I could take a side to myself and not be in an uncomfortable proximity to her.

  It was halfway through the next night when we both came to. Our stomachs were both bitching at us; the lack of food was our grumbling wake-up calls.

  After devouring every ounce of expired, tasteless food that was buried away in the cave, we cleaned ourselves up. I was pretty sure it’d take years to get every ounce of grime from our pores.

  It was a luxury to feel well-rested for once. Though my muscles were still slightly sore, I didn’t feel like dropping dead of my own accord. Looking back on the events over the last couple of days, it really was an amazing thing that we were both still alive. We should have been meteorite pancakes. Or at the least—buried alive. But, no. Here we were: alive and kicking.

  Speaking of which…

  “Hey, Kid. Since we won’t be leaving until tomorrow night, how about some more training?”

  She perked up then, pulling her knife from its holster and slicing at the air. It was either this or I was sure she’d come up with some inappropriate question to ask me that I wouldn’t want to answer. I buried those thoughts back into the recesses of my fucked up mind and flashed a smile in her direction. Blondie grinned and disappeared outside.