A body lay on the floor. Its skin was pale, lips parted and
eyes halfway open. Its clothes were dirty like the ground around it. There was no
blood. Fast footsteps approached. A young man entered and a young woman
followed him.
The woman
stopped and shouted between pants. The man stopped and looked at her.
“What?”
He said.
“Look.
A body.” She began to approach.
“Stop,
don’t touch it.”
“Is he
dead?” She stood like a statue and her eyes were sad.
“I
think so.” He walked past her and squatted beside it. He eyed it closely. “It’s
dead.” He stood and looked at her. “We need to keep going.”
“We
can’t leave him here.” Her gaze didn’t leave the body.
“We
can’t do anything. It’s dead. We need to go.” He began to walk.
She
didn’t move. Her eyes were attached to the body. Her lips were parted and her
cheeks white and her eyes still sad.
He
stopped and looked behind at her. “We need to go. I’m going. You can bury it or
carry it but you’ll fall behind. It already lost. If we don’t keep going, we’ll
lose too.”
She
looked at him. Her eyes were cold and when she spoke her voice faltered.
“You’re insensitive. You can’t be human.”
“Are
you coming?”
“Yes.”
They
both began to walk. She stopped.
“You
don’t know where you’re going, do you?”
He
stopped and looked at the ground. Suddenly, he grabbed her arm and pulled hard.
“Come on, we need to hurry.”
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