Roy & The Lake City

        It was a scorching day out. The sun searing the arid landscape as it reached its peak in the sky. Barren acres of trees surrounded a lonely house. The house was a small little white cottage, surrounded by a white picket fence. At a distance it looked right out of a fairytale. However at a closer look, you could see it was in disrepair. The paint had long begun to chip, and flake, leaving a small layer on the ground surrounding the whole house. The nails in the fence had long since rusted staining the paint around them.

        Sunlight streaked into a small living room through a slightly open curtain, lighting up the specks of dust drifting through the stale air. The room was furnished with a small green loveseat, a creaky rocking chair, and an oval coffee table, all sitting on a faded persian rug. As the sun shifted the ray of sunlight slowly crept onto Roy’s face, awakening him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, slowly focusing on the room. Stretching his arms he got up and began his day, as he always had. Slowly trudging his way into the kitchen, he looked at the remaining cans, and mason jars in the cupboards. Eventually selecting a can of baked beans, and opening it. Beans in hand he walked out onto the back porch to a small stone well, peering down, he frowned not being able to see the water at the bottom in the darkness. He lowered a small bucket, and pulled it back up with a bit of water, and took a drink out of the small aluminum bucket. Sitting on the edge of the well he gazed up at two wooden crosses sticking out of the ground at the top of the small hill.

        It had been 3 years since his grandparents had passed away. They had always told him stories at bedtime about his parents, and the city to the west where they had lived. These stories, of course, were from back before global warming had increased the global temperature by over 25 degrees. This had destroyed most of the planet’s ecosystems, leaving hot, barren, dusty plains around most of the world. The majority of water was now trapped far beneath the earth’s surface, making much of the world uninhabitable. His grandparents had seen the signs, as the seasons begun to get warmer, and warmer every year. They decided to prepare for the worst, and moved away from everything. His grandparents had built this house, and planted the surrounding orchards. Unfortunately as the temperature increased the orchards had died over the years.

It had been over a year since it had last rained, and the water level in the well had slowly been lowering as each week passed. Roy was not too bothered by this, not knowing himself how deep the well was, and he continued to enjoy his blissful ignorance.

The next day, Roy got up and started his routine as usual. He slowly wandered outside to the well, still half asleep, and lowered the bucket down. To his surprise hearing a small dry thud. Roy looked down the dimly lit hole only to find it completely dry. Parched as he was most mornings, he went back inside to look for something to drink. Staring blankly at rows of cans, and mason jars of pickled vegetables. He chose a can of pinto beans, opened it up drinking the liquid inside. It wasn’t as terrible he imagined, but he didn’t want to have any more of it than he needed. Roy turned around and leaned on the counter, and ate the remaining beans in the can. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to do keep living off of the can juice for long, as he only had a limited amount of containers. Turning back around, he pulled all the cans and jars out and put them on the counter. He knew he was going to have to leave the only home he had ever known.

Roy tore through the house looking for the largest bag he could find, eventually stumbling on his grandfather’s old camping backpack. Then he worked his way through the house finding everything that he thought he would need; a small sleeping bag, a couple lighters, his one and only can opener, three spoons, a few changes of clothes, and a windbreaker. He then proceeded to fill the backpack with all the cans he could manage to cram in it, by the end it was practically bursting. Putting it on he realized it was far too heavy, and he carefully took out his least favorite foods, spinach, and artichoke hearts. The backpack was still very heavy, but manageable. He thought back to his grandfather’s stories of his parent’s city to the west. However his grandparent’s had told him if he ever had to leave, to head to the north; as it was cooler, and where most people had gone after the collapse.

For the first few hours the two walked in silence, listening only to the sound of the gentle breeze swaying the dead grass, and the light thud of their footsteps on the dusty ground. They passed the occasional dead tree, but saw no signs of life anywhere. Roy noticed Amelia constantly looking around, seemingly tense.

“Amelia?” Roy asked, “What are you looking for?”

“Marauders.” She replied dryly.

“What?!” Roy replied worried.

“Bandits, thieves, raiders, whatever you want to call them.” Amelia replied, “They live out here in the badlands, and plains.”

“I had no idea.” Roy sputtered, “I’m glad I ran into you, instead of any of them.”

“Same here.”

Roy’s heart had begun to pound, and the two continued to walk in silence. Roy now also scanning the horizon on every side, nervously. After a few more hours, they began to see hills in the distance, and Roy finally began to calm down a bit. However Amelia continued to look at the hills up ahead intensely. They walked, and walked, the hills getting larger, and larger eventually turning into expansive canyons. The sun slowly began to go down, and Roy was getting exhausted.

“Should we look for a place to sleep for the night?” Roy panted.

“We can’t stop until after dark.” Amelia replied, “We need to make sure there are no marauders around.”

“Can we at least take a break?” Roy begged, “My legs feel like jelly.”

        “Fine, we can wait until dark but then we will need to keep moving.”

        The two sat down next to a tree, and Roy pulled out a can of black beans. Opening it up Roy downed some of the liquid, and passed it to Amelia. As Amelia ate, Roy grabbed onto a branch and snapped it off, the sound echoing through the air.

        “What are you doing!?” Amelia said angrily.

        “I’m starting a fire?”

        “Stop that! If anyone is around they will have just heard that, and if we start a fire they will be able to see right where we are!”

        “Oh…”

        Amelia glared at Roy. The two finished off the can in awkward silence, and Roy carefully placed the empty can on the ground when they had finished.

        “Ready?”  Asked Amelia.

        “Yeah, let’s go.” Replied Roy nervously.

        The two walked for another hour until it had become dark, and the moon dimly lit up the barren landscape. Up ahead in the distance there was a large Cliffside, with two canyons running through it. The two had to go through one of them, or walk a few miles around the cliff.

        “Amelia, which way should we go?” Asked Roy.

        “I don’t know…” Amelia replied, “Maybe the path on the right?”

        “Sure.”

        The two carefully worked their way towards the canyon, the hills flattening out as they approached. Both cautiously scanning the area around them. Finally arriving at the canyon entrance, they looked up in amazement at the sheer height of the cliff. The two looked at each other, nodded, and entered the pitch black path. They walked slower than usual, shuffling forward in the dark. They continued on for a few hours, eventually reaching a bend in the canyon. The two slowly rounded the bend to see flickering light in the distance. Their hearts began to pound.

        “Do you see that?” Roy whispered.

        “Of course I do.” Amelia hissed.

        “What are we going to do?” Said Roy, “It will take us hours to get back to the entrance.”

        “Let’s see who it is before we change our path.” Amelia replied, “I’ll lead.”

        Roy gulped, and before he could reply Amelia took crouched and took off towards the light. Roy wanted to tell her to stop, but he also didn’t want to be heard if it was marauders. He crouched down and quietly chased after Amelia.

        Amelia had gotten quite a lead on Roy, and was on high alert scanning the area. As she got closer to the light source she could make out that it was a small campfire. Ever edging closer she soon heard a few voices, and she stopped to listen, and take a look.

        “Haha, did you see the look on this pipsqueaks face as Charles gutted him?”

        “Yeah, priceless. Hahaha.”

        “I still can’t believe the idiot didn’t have any water with him. How’d he expect to get through the canyon? It takes at least three days to get through the pass.”

        Roy soon caught up to Amelia, who was staring intensely at the scene at the campfire.

        “Amelia?” He whispered.

        She remained silent. Roy turned to see what she was looking at. The blood drained from his face, his stomach churned.

        “Turn him Jim, he’s starting to burn.”

        “Ahh, alright.”

        Roy, and Amelia stared in horror unable to look away as the three marauders sat cooking their latest victim over the fire. Roy winced at the sound of the crackling skin over the fire. He noticed the three were also drinking something red out of some small metal cups. Blood, it’s blood, he thought. He shivered. Roy sat there paralyzed, staring.  Eventually Roy managed fight his urge to turn and just run, and regained some of his composure.

        “Amelia, we need to go now.” He whispered sharply, tapping her on the shoulder.

        “Yeah.” She muttered back, “I’m not going back to the entrance, we need to get as much distance on them as we can.”

        “Alright, I’ll follow your lead.” Roy responded.

        With that Amelia turned and slowly crawled with Roy right behind towards the furthest side of the canyon from the marauders. Luckily the marauders had chosen to make a campfire directly next to one of the sides leaving the opposite one shrouded in darkness. Once at the wall they stood up and crept their way past the three. Inch by inch trying to be as quiet as possible. Once they were past where the campfires light reached, the two relaxed a big and began to walk as normal, still keeping an eye on the three behind them. However as they were almost out of sight, Roy turned around one last time. Taking a couple steps backwards he tripped, unfortunately landing on a branch, snapping it in two.

The sound echoed through the canyon. The three marauders stood up, looking directly at Roy, and Amelia.

“Looks like we found tonight’s dessert boys!”

The marauders picked up their makeshift weapons, and one of the sticks from the fire and began to work their way towards the sound.

“Run!” Amelia screamed.

The two ran as fast as they could. Roy had forgotten how tired his legs were, the only thing on his mind was to keep running. His heartbeat so strong he could hear it, but he kept on running. They ran for what seemed like felt like an eternity. For the first 10 minutes or so the marauders had kept up, but they slowly fell behind. After about 30 minutes Roy and Amelia stopped, and fell to the ground exhausted. The two lied there gazing up at the stars trying to catch their breaths, happy to have escaped for the time being. After a few minutes, and the two recovered a bit; Roy pulled out a can and opened it up for a late night dinner. Passing it to Amelia, Roy rubbed his sore feet hoping tomorrow would be a better day. After finishing the can off, the two moved behind a rock on the side of the canyon just out of sight, and fell asleep.

Roy awoke to Amelia poking him in the side with her foot.

“Let’s go Roy, we don’t have time to waste.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Roy replied, rubbing his eyes.

Roy got up and they were on their way. The canyon was a lot more pleasant during the morning. A gentle breeze flowed through it, and it provided shade most of the day. They walked in silence the whole day listening carefully to the slightest hint of the marauders. But they were not to be found, only the quiet howl of the wind through the winding passage. By sunset the two were exhausted, having strained themselves too much the night before. They found a semi hidden area on the side of the canyon and passed out almost before hitting the ground.

Roy was woken from his slumber with a hand placed tightly over his mouth, and a knife poking his stomach.

“Don’t move, or I’ll gut you like a pig.” Whispered the marauder.

Roy’s eyes shot open in horror. It was one of the marauders they had seen on the first night in the canyon. He looked over at Amelia, she was still fast asleep. The other two marauders were nowhere to be seen.

The marauder slowly stood up pulling Roy with him. As Roy slid back to get up he dragged his hand across the ground picking up a fistful of sand.

“Is there anyone besides you, and Amelia?”

He slowly removed his hand.

“How do you know her name?” Roy asked slowly.

“Amelia? She’s was part of our group. The marauder replied, “At least she was till she took off with our last water, and meat.”

Roy’s mind was racing. Could he really trust Amelia? What was he going to do about the marauder? What meat had Amelia shared with him? He needed to say something and fast.

“How about we make a deal?” Asked Roy unsteadily, “You let me go, and I’ll give you my cans?”

“Bullshit. I haven’t seen a can in years.” The marauder replied.

“Look for yourself, they are in the backpack to my right.”

The marauder glanced over at the backpack. Then keeping his eyes on Roy took two steps over, and dragged the bag in front of Roy.

“Open it slowly.”

        Roy obliged, slowly crouching down he unzipped the backpack, and pulled out a can of corn placing it on the ground.

        “Holy shit.” The marauder said, practically drooling.

        “There is a can opener in the side pouch.” Said Roy.

        The marauder forgetting to watch Roy crouched right down, and eagerly started to open the bag. Roy knew this was his chance.

        “Hey, asshole!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. The marauder looked up surprised, and Roy hurled his fistful of dirt into the marauders eyes.

        “My eyes!” The marauder screeched, flailing his knife around wildly.

        Roy ran forward grabbing his backpack. The marauder still swinging his knife around slashed Roy’s leg. Roy winced, blocking the next swipe with his backpack, and took off.

        “Amelia let’s go!” Roy shouted, as he took off running.

        She groggily hopped to her feet, and soon caught up to Roy. The two sprinted for a while, the sound of the enraged marauder echoed throughout the canyon.

“What was that?!” She asked.

“That was one of your buddies from the other night.” Roy replied coldly.

“Oh….”

Once the marauder could no longer be heard, the two slowed down but didn’t stop. They jogged through the night only taking a few breaks to catch their breaths. They kept going till dawn started to break, the morning daylight slowly creeping down the walls of the canyon.

“So were you planning to steal my food, and abandon me at the nearest chance?” Roy asked, not looking at Amelia.

“Of course not! I only did that to them because they are murderers, and thieves.”

“Fine, I can accept that.” Roy replied, “But, what kind of meat did you really trade me?”

“It’s human.” Amelia replied quietly.

“For fucks sake! Are you serious!” Roy fumed, “Did you help those guys kill, and cook the person as well?”

“Roy I…”

“You what?! Just ate them?!”

“I met them after they had done that Roy.”

“I can’t believe you!”

“Roy listen…”

“No, you listen. Amelia. I trusted you. When we get to the lake city, I don’t want to ever see you again.”

Roy reached into the bag, pulled out the dried human meat, and tossed at Amelia’s feet. They both stood there staring for a bit in unsettling silence. The breeze lightly howling through the canyon. Roy lifted up his bag, surprised by its weight, and opened up his backpack. To his surprise, he pulled out the last can in it. Turning the backpack around Roy noticed a hole had been torn in the bottom left corner. The rest of the cans must have fallen out the previous night while running.

“This is the last can Amelia…”

“What?!”

“The guy must have cut a hole in my backpack, and they fell out while we were running.”

“Damnit!”

“How much further is it to the lake city?”

“I’m not sure.”

Roy opened up the last can, drinking half the liquid savoring each sip, and passed it over to Amelia. Roy looked down at his leg; it was worse than he thought. His pant leg was caked with dried blood, and he knew the more he walked, the more it would bleed. Finishing the remains of the can up, the two got up and continued onward into the unknown. Hour after hour the two walked, not saying another word, only looking ahead. Just as they were approaching their physical limit, they saw it, the end of the canyon path.

“Last one there, is a rotten egg.” Said Amelia, breaking the tense silence, and sticking out her tongue. Turning, she took off sprinting.

“Hey no fair!” Roy wheezed.

Roy desperately tried to catch up, using every last ounce of strength he has left in his legs. Amelia won by a long shot. Roy caught up shortly after, the stain on his pant leg blossoming more by the minute. The two flopped onto the ground, staring up at the sun panting, and were soon asleep.

They awoke mid afternoon, slowly getting up, they looked around. The surrounding landscape was as flat as it could be, with not a dead tree, or blade of grass; just dirt, dust, and the scorching sun beating down on them. They walked mile after mile through the emptiness. The wind came in great gusts, swirling dust, and dirt around them.

After a few hours the two took a rest. They coughed, and wheezed trying to get rid of the dust in their tired lungs. Roy pulled one of his remaining shirts out of the bag, and tore it in half. He tied it around his leg, wincing as he tightened it.

They soon continued onward with no time to lose. The hours crept by, and the sun began to set. The two did not stop, they couldn’t; not without any water. Under the stars and moon they trekked ever onwards, the hours seemed to melt together. As the sun began to rise, Roy began to slow down, barely able to walk. Amelia slowed down, and they kept on trudging, until Roy collapsed.

“Roy!”

“Just leave me.” He muttered.

“No Roy, we are going to make it together!” She said, nervously.

“I can’t stand, I won’t make it another mile.” Roy replied, “Get yourself to the lake city.”

“No I won’t leave you!” She cried.

“Go! There is no sense in both of us dying!”

“Roy… I’ll go… but I promise, I will come back for you.”

“Now go!” Roy yelled.

Amelia got up, and turned away from Roy. Fighting back tears, she began to run as fast as she could. Roy rolled over onto his back, tilted his head back, and watch Amelia as she vanished off into the distance. He smiled.

“She’ll make it for sure.” He thought.

He leaned his head forward, and glared at his leg. Stupid marauder, stupid leg, stupid me. He was angry, he wanted to see the lake city. He wanted to see it with Amelia.

“Damnit all.” He thought as he hit his leg.

Recoiling in pain, he slumped his head down. Shedding a tear, he looked up at the vast blue sky. The sun was hot on his skin. The blood loss had finally begun to take its toll on him, and his vision began to get blurry.

“She will make it.” He thought, as the corners of his eyes darkened; slowly engulfing his sight.

Roy dreamed of his grandparent’s house. The orchard, the white picket fence, and the small green loveseat. He saw Amelia, running towards the end of the canyon, and into the light. He tried to keep up, but he simply couldn’t, the light at the end of the canyon getting brighter and brighter, till it engulfed everything.

Roy bolted upright. “Amelia!” He shouted, dazed.

“Roy, I’m right here.” She replied, running over to him, and giving him a hug.

“Where are we?”

“Lake City, son.” Replied a strange voice, “You’ve been out quite a while.”

“How long?” Asked Roy, the room slowly coming into focus.

“3 days.” Replied the strange voice, “We weren’t sure you were going to make it, but your friend here never left your side.”

Roy’s eyes finally focusing, saw the voice belonged to a large man in a faded white lab coat, with a large moustache.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Dr. Reaves, but you can just call me Doc.”

“Thanks, Doc”

“Don’t thank me. Thank your friend here, she traded just about everything she had to get a rescue party to go and get you.”

Roy turned towards Amelia.

“I knew you’d make it.” Roy said, beaming.

He turned and got up unsteadily. Amelia putting Roy’s arm around her shoulder.

“Thanks, Doc.” Said Amelia.

“No problem.”

Amelia led Roy out of the building, and into a busy street. People were all around, and Amelia led Roy down a series of alleyways. Finally the two turned a corner to face the lake. The edge of town was covered with a series of docks spanning the length of the city. They headed down onto the docks, and worked their way past the fishmongers and to the end. Amelia sat down lowering Roy with her, and the two dipped their feet into the cool waters of the lake. They gazed out looking at the water spanning all the way to the horizon. Roy looked at Amelia and smiled, and she leaned her head on Roy’s shoulder. Roy looked back out over the water, and he knew they were going to be alright.