Amelia waited in silence, listening to what Mike had to say. He hoped that she could live with herself? Right now, Amelia didn’t know if she could. Tania had been completely innocent, and it suddenly dawned to Amelia that it had only been a day, less even, since they’d all been placed in this wasteland. Less than 24 hours ago, this girl lying lifeless on the ground next to her had had dreams and aspirations for the future. A future she’d never get to see.
But every time a thought along these lines came along, a different thought came into Amelia’s head, one more powerful and important than the others. She had to do this, she had to live. That was it. Simple, in theory. In practice, though… yeah…
Amelia stood, silent and, if it wasn’t for an occasional shiver, completely still. She expected Anton to say something, but all he did was turn and walk away. Amelia stared at his back for a moment, before, turning away herself, and returned to her bag. She wanted, needed to get away from this place as soon as possible, but she had to deal with the cut on her arm first. As quickly as she could, she knelt down, opened her bag, and rummaged around for her first aid kit. Quickly opening it, she found a large adhesive bandage, then set to addressing her wound.
The mere sight of the small amount of blood on her arm immediately brought the image of Tania’s destroyed face to the front of Amelia’s mind. Angry and despondent, Amelia screwed her eyes shut, and put her hands to her head, muttering “Fuck… fucking hell…” Her eyes still screwed shut, Amelia felt for where her cut was, and managed to place the bandage over it.
Amelia sat there for a moment, the image of Tania’s face still hazily floating through her mind. Then, she grabbed her bag and flung it on her back. Without looking back, Amelia set back off the way she had come, with a new weight on her shoulders and a new objective to fulfil.
((Amelia Lennon continued in Far From Home