“Again!” I demanded.
A third smack.
“More!”
A fourth.
“Harder!”
“Fuck’s sake.”
“Hit me!”
“Shut up!”
Glass crunched and metal tinged.
A pack of boots and joggers came sweeping out from behind the next building. Difficult to see how many, Dig’s back was in the way. I assumed it was a decent amount of people because he halted, and his body went tight.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“I’m not sorry,” I whispered.
Whoever they were I did not think they were friendly as Dig promptly pulled something out of his belt, I guessed a weapon. As the boots crunched nearer, he twisted probably making sense of the situation and reluctantly heaved me off his shoulder and set me down.
Lying on the tarmac on my side I blew and spat to clear the hair over my face and looked through the strands.
Four figures, they all held weapons and sinister looks focused on Dig.
“You stay there.” Dig pointed a finger down at me and held a blade out in front of him. “Don’t you move. If I have to hunt you down again, I’m going to—”
“Can you hurry up and kill them? My dress is getting dirty. Ijustwashed it.”
They tumbled into a fight.
Blades were flung and stabbed. Blood sprayed in the air. Mouths lost whines and moans. Noses were broken.
Honestly, it was very dull.
Appreciatively Dig had forgotten to remove my satchel from around my waist and after quick manoeuvring I was able to retrieve the blade within itand contorted my hands to saw through the rope he had bound around my wrists. After I cut my legs free, I left him to play with his friends.
I ran until morning.
My eyes hung from my head, my feet bruised and bled. As the sun crested the dome blue sky, I realised I was no longer running but walking very sluggishly. Blood dribbled from my feet; I shouldn’t have been ignoring the pain as I usually did.
I needed shoes.
Any kind of footwear would do at this point.
It had taken Dig under an hour to find me all the other times.
Yet hours waned and he did not show himself.
Running it seemed, was my only way of ridding of him. He had an incredible habit of finding me if I stayed still.
Satisfied with this accomplishment I stalked down rows of store fronts, looking for one that might have shoes. All of them had been ransacked long ago, their front windows now mouths with shards of glass for teeth, their faded signs indistinguishable.
I searched for anything: shoes, water, food, sanity, new clothing, that unfinished orgasm, Tommy, the cannibals or anyone who could point me in the direction of any of those.
