Madelyn: Lean on meMature

We walked down the long passageway, Robbie checking all the doorways, Zoey making notches on doorways, and I helped stablize Tyler.

"How ya feelin?" I asked after we had been walking for around an hour. His wound seemed to be healing relatively well, but I feared for festering, or possible unseen damages that could cause harm later.

"I feel fine," he replied, trying to grin.

"Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional?" I questioned teasingly. A confused look crossed over his face.

"It's a quote from a move, 'Italian Job,' you ever seen it?" I asked.

"No," I said, lowering his head ashamed, "I never had time for many movies..." he trailed.

"Oh," was all I could manage- I had forgotton about his past.

We continued on, trying to get as far as we could. Occassionally we came back to where we had previously been but, thanks to Zoey's notches, we knew to go the other way.

"D'you think we'll ever get out of here?" Zoey asked, scooting close to me during our lunch break. Her face was earnest, and I oculd tell that she was strong enough to take any answer I would give.

"I really don't know," I told her honestly, "But it seems as though we're in a story, were the dasterdly kidnappers get caught in the end." I encouraged.

"The problem is that this is real life, where happy endings aren't always inevitable," she countered.

"Let's just hope for the best," I whispered, patting her shoulder. She smiled slightly and took a bite of her sandwhich-which had been made from the last of the food we had.

We continued walking after lunch, Tyler leaning on me again. I didn't mind the smell of his sweet breathe, or the feeling of his body weight against mine. However, his weight wsa another problem- most of it muscle, it really weighed down on my thin body. I didn't say anything, he needed my support, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could continue like this.

"Let's take a break!" I called to Zoey and Robbie, and we all sat down. Tyler seemed relieved, and gave me a thankful look. He must have thought I stopped for him... I felt selfish, if I was having a hard time, what must he be going through?!

"How are you feeling dear,?" I asked, rubbing his shoulder. I almost regretted calling him 'dear,' but I called lots of people 'dear,' hopefully he took it as freindship-no need to sound desperate.

"Better," was his reply, "definitely better, though I do wish this pain would go away completely."

"That would be nice," I grinned at him.

"OH MY GOSH!!" Zoey exclaimed, leaping up from where she had been sitting beside Robbie.

"WHAT??!!" I asked hurriedly, raising myself.

"It's an imposter!" she squeeled, shying away from Robbie.


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