The things we do
"That's all?" Asked the boy. His eyes brimmed with depression.
"Yes, that’s all I could get." Replied the girl.
"Really?" He claimed with disbelief, hoping she would laugh and say it was all a joke.
"Yes, they wouldn't give more in the market," she answered extending her robotic arm to take the bag and looked at the food the Occisors, the plague's exterminators and the new world's bringers, have rendered a few minutes before, at the fortnight hecatomb.
"What are we gonna do with that?" The boy denied with his head.
The girl looked inside the bag, there were three apples, one fish and three cups of flour. They could fractionate the animal and eat it in four different meals, they could make one bread out of the flour and eat the fruits when everything else has been consumed.
"Don't worry, we have enough for a week and then… " The girl stopped talking, the boy looked at her and their gaze found each other.
"Yeah," he said" we will survive out of these." She assented and then he turned around and went deeper in the cave to the room they had built long ago.
The girl surveyed her body. She had no feet, but instead two metallic prosthesis were attached to her flesh. She neither had hands nor forearms and one ear was missing. She denied with her head, looked up at the cave and started walking further in the darkness thinking which limb she would have to give next.
T.J.S
