#servio

You stumbled suddenly feeling dizzy. You hadn't had that much to drink. Probably. As you caught your bearings a wave of nausea hit you and you gagged. Trying not to throw up ultimately proved futile. At least you were deep in the woods where no one could see you or care. These woods...you were sure you'd been told something about them while at the bar. You felt like it was important, but if you couldn't remember it couldn't have been that important. You groaned as you threw up again, both nauseated and frustrated. How did those idiots manage to convince you to come all the way out here and go drinking with them? Fred was always an ass when drunk and shit drinking-buddy for that reason exactly, but you expected more from the other boys and Vivian who'd immediately ditched you for a cute girl she spotted dancing alone. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve, only to realize the coat you were wearing was very much not yours, oh well. You popped back up and dropped the shoes--not in your vomit, that felt too cruel.

"What the hell are you doing?" a sharp voice hissed out from somewhere behind you. Thinking that Fred or another friend had followed to retrieve his shoes--which you'd conned him for fair and square--you panicked and began to sprint away.

"Wait, you idiot! Do you want to die?" the voice threatened. Damn, this person really needs to clip their nails, you thought as a hand shot out and grabbed your wrist before you could make your grand escape. You groaned and turned around to face your captor.

"Fine! You got me! Your stupid shoes are over there, next to the pile of my-" your words failed you as locked eyes with a pair you weren't familiar with. Not that you really paid attention to eye color, but you were certain you'd never seen a person with such bright orange eyes. He sneered, rebooting your brain.

"You are not one of my friends," you stated blankly. Maybe this dude would be nice enough to carry you back to the bar? You were starting to feel a little less woozy and a lot more sleepy. Shit, were you actually drunk?

"Obviousssly not!" he shouted, slurring his S's in a way that made your face scrunch up slightly. It was weird, though you wouldn't expect anything less from a guy you met in the middle of the woods. You yawned and his pretty eyes narrowed.

"Why do you look like that?" he prodded, poking you in the stomach rather unkindly. You groaned and struggled to process his words. Actually, what had he even asked you? Something about a book?

"Hm?" you responded sleepily. Having someone read to you right now would be nice, or even someone just telling a story. If you were curled up in a fuzzy blanket it'd be even better. You yawned and shut your eyes, merely savoring the thought. You might be impulsive, but it wasn't like you'd just fall asleep in front of a stranger!

The next morning you woke begrudging the awful humans you called friends for letting you drink so much. Your head felt like you were pounding it into the cement and the sunlight filtering in through the window felt like a spotlight beaming down on you. Not only did your head hurt, but your back and neck were sore too. Your mattress didn't even feel comfy! It was like you were laying on the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut even tighter and grumbled. Couldn't you have like five more hours? Did the sun really need to rise?

"Oh, you're awake. I wassssstarting to think you died."

Who, in the name of last night's fuzzy memories and drunken bad choices, was currently talking to you? You shot straight up and opened your eyes. That did not help your current state of unease. From the looks of the stone floor and ceiling, you were definitely in a cave. This was certainly a new predicament. You almost wanted to believe that you were kidnapped rather than the alternative; you'd willingly spent the night in a cave. This guy had better be smoking hot... The guy!! You'd completely forgotten someone was speaking with you.

You turned from the entrance of the cave to peer into the spooky, dark depths. It smelt kind of like blood. Had you been kidnapped?? It was impossible to see anything more than a large shadowy mass maybe ten or so yards away. Said suspicious mass spoke to you again.

"Well? Ssshouldn't you be offering me gratitude? I practically sssaved your life, foolisssh human," a voice said. His--you were pretty sure it was a him--pronunciation was quite cute. The words sounded almost foreign on his tongue and it seemed to be a struggle to pronounce his S's. Yeah, you could've very well followed him home with a voice like that while drunk, but to a cave? You could give yourself more credit than that. The way he claimed to have "practically" saved you also had your alarm bells ringing a bit. How does one "practically" save someone? It kind of felt like a bit of a stretch, even if you didn't have the memories to prove it.

"Thanks, I think?" you replied and he sneered. You heard a sound like a cloth was being dragged across the stone of the cave floor and the mass came nearer. Now just barely out of the sunlight, you could kind of make out his features. And honestly, you'd never in your life been more disappointed you couldn't recall the night prior. He had sharp, nearly androgynous features and dark long hair that you couldn't quite make out the color or length of. It stood out against his pale, porcelain skin. Yeah, you'd sleep in a cave for that. Hot damn!

"You think? I drag your sssorry asssss all the way to my home and thisss isss how you ressspond! I ssshouldn't have eck-eck-eck--" he started to snarl, only he stopped suddenly choking on his last word before growing silent. Did he have something stuck in his throat?

"Expected?" you supplied.

"Yesss! I ssshouldn't have--you know!" he exclaimed gesturing wildly with his hands, "...Any lessss from a human!"

He hadn't even tried to pronounce it this time. That was cute, absolutely adorable, even. Regardless of the sketch factor being rather high in this situation, you began to laugh. It made your head spin, but you couldn't help it.

"And now you insssult me!" he accused. You heard a genuine hiss leave him and watched as his dark, slender eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm sorry if I offended you," you said, not sounding remorseful at all as another chuckle slipped past your defenses. His scowl deepened and you grimaced. He crossed his arms and glared down at you. You did not concede until the silence continued to drag on to a point where it was almost physically painful.

"Look, to be honest with you, I don't remember much of what we ended up doing last night. This whole 'saving me' thing is a little fishy if you ask me. Last thing I remember is doing shots at the bar and tricking Fred out of his sneakers. I--"

"Wh-what we did?!" he shrieked, cutting off my next sentence entirely. The sound reverberated off the walls of the cave and made you wince. Sure his voice was nice, but you preferred it about thirty decibels quieter.

"Did we not, you know...?" you questioned, making a rather crude gesture with your hands. He actually snarled at that, something you were only able to see because he had rushed forward to shake you by the shoulders.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!?" he demanded. Orange eyes glinted ferociously in the sunlight, a color you were pretty sure people's eyes usually didn't come in. For the first time since you’d seen him this morning you glanced down at where his legs should’ve been. In there place was merely a giant ebony black mass of scales. It was a snake tail.

      El día consistió en reunirnos a partir de las 8:00 en un punto especifico, este fue en una casa, localizada en Calzada del Hueso.

A partir de ahí, nos dirigimos en tres camionetas hacia el lugar mencionado. Llegando allá, conocimos a las personas y platicamos con ellas.

Después, recorrimos cada casa afectada por el sismo, unas con grietas, otras parcialmente  dañadas y otras totalmente caídas. Al mismo tiempo, entregamos las despensas a las familias afectadas, dándoles a cada una palabras de animo.

Más tarde, nos dedicamos a organizar juegos y canciones con los niños. Los juguetes donados eran los premios de los juegos, juegos como las sillas musicales o las escondidas. Prosiguió la organización de la posada. Cantamos los típicos villancicos como "El Burrito Sabanero" o "El Niño del Tambor", y se pidió posada con veletas de colores. Rompimos las piñatas con los niños y después seguimos jugando y cantando. Al final, repartimos la ropa donada y dentro de eso, algo que me marcó mucho fue que le pusimos a una niña de 4 años sus primeros zapatos en su vida. Totolapan tiene una pequeña sierra y ahí vive una comunidad indígena, en el momento en el que estábamos repartiendo la ropa, llegaron dos señoras de esa comunidad y se encontraba la niña con ellas. La vimos descalza y le buscamos unos calcetines y encontré unos tenis los cuales le quedaron, la cara de la niña es una sensación que no se puede describir. Después de esto, regresamos a la CDMX.