Jave was pushed down into the cushions of the car; someone or something was holding a firm grip around his wrists, a shiver of panic emerged.
I am being attacked by a consumer. I will be ripped to pieces. I will die!
He breathed and waited but neither fang nor claws ripped his flesh, no teeth pierced his bones, no harm was made. Some unknown time went by; his spasms began to fade and in the middle of everything it began feeling strangely safe to be held in place.
The convulsions were nearly over, diminished to small infrequent shakes. Jave’s breath got steadier; his swollen tongue stopped pulsating, two pudgy eyelids became filled with tears as vision returned. Many times before had such allergic reactions occurred, be it the wrong kind of dust when he was a child or the wasp sting in his heel four months back. Every time it ended the same, on the ground in convulsions being unable to move (willingly at least) until it all was out of his system. How in the whole wide world he hadn’t yet succumbed to the horrors of the post apocalypse, especially while carrying such an allergic prone body, must have been the works of some higher power throwing lucky dices.
He came to think of the raft, those clear nights sailing the seas under an open bed of stars. Sunrises that colored the sky in pastel reds, but above everything else, salt air that cleared his lungs.
However, he was in a trashed car now.
Jave opened his eyes, over him crouched a faint figure with dizzy outlines. It was a beautiful woman with flowing hair darker than charcoal, clear eyes and a wide smile. He blinked a few times and now he saw a woman with split hair, bloodshot eyes and a depressing expression.
“Where am I?”
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