Maya sat up in her cot. The rising sun shown brightly through the walls of the tent leaving a blue glow. She looked over to Kennedy’s cot. Empty. Old country music played from outside the tent. The beat of the banjo sounded like a muffled lullaby. A chilly breeze flew through the tent walls rustling the outside leaves. She shivered rubbing her bare arms. Maya stood up and walked over to the makeshift table, which was actually just a large rubber bin. She grabbed her black hiking jacket and threw it over her shoulders. She looked down at her socks wiggling her cold toes. Looking for her boots, she found her bag sitting by the door of the tent. It was nicely packed and her boots were placed to the left. Zeeee. The tent’s door flicked opened and
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“We’re going to die, Maya.” Kennedy sobbed louder. Maya was silently staring into the white void. All of a sudden Kennedy’s sobs grew silent. Maya looked back worried that something happened. Kennedy stared directly at her with an expressionless face.
“Maya, y-you are going t-to leave.” She said slowly. “Give me your bag.” Maya slid her backpack off her back and handed it to Kennedy. Kennedy’s hands shook violently has she unzipped the bag. She reached in and pulled out the small back pistol. Maya stayed quiet; watching as Kennedy set the gun in her lap and put a bullet in the chamber.
“I c-an’t walk. I’m g-going to freeze and you can’t sit here and freeze with me.” She looked down at the gun rubbing her forefinger against the handle. “Tell people that I went out on m-my own today and that I ne-ver came back. They will never know, Maya.” She whispered quietly. Maya stared at the gun for a long time. She grabbed the handle from Kennedy’s lap. She slowly raised it with a blank expression. The gun clicked as she pulled the hammer back. Kennedy closed her eyes as tears streamed down her
“We’re going to die, Maya.” Kennedy sobbed louder. Maya was silently staring into the white void. All of a sudden Kennedy’s sobs grew silent. Maya looked back worried that something happened. Kennedy stared directly at her with an expressionless face.
“Maya, y-you are going t-to leave.” She said slowly. “Give me your bag.” Maya slid her backpack off her back and handed it to Kennedy. Kennedy’s hands shook violently has she unzipped the bag. She reached in and pulled out the small back pistol. Maya stayed quiet; watching as Kennedy set the gun in her lap and put a bullet in the chamber.
“I c-an’t walk. I’m g-going to freeze and you can’t sit here and freeze with me.” She looked down at the gun rubbing her forefinger against the handle. “Tell people that I went out on m-my own today and that I ne-ver came back. They will never know, Maya.” She whispered quietly. Maya stared at the gun for a long time. She grabbed the handle from Kennedy’s lap. She slowly raised it with a blank expression. The gun clicked as she pulled the hammer back. Kennedy closed her eyes as tears streamed down her