{"id":3113,"date":"2017-01-20T00:00:17","date_gmt":"2017-01-20T05:00:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3113"},"modified":"2017-01-19T18:01:19","modified_gmt":"2017-01-19T23:01:19","slug":"one-03-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3113","title":{"rendered":"One – 03"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

A sigh escaped my lips. There was a part of me that wanted to be angry at him, but mostly, I was just relieved\u2014relieved that he believed, relieved that I wasn\u2019t alone, that what we thought was true, that he\u2019d finally accepted it.<\/p>\n

The fact that he remembered, too, made me feel a little less alone, a little less like Thom and J.T. and I were outliers and more like what we\u2019d experienced was closer to normal. Perhaps it was a new<\/em> normal, but it was still a kind of normal.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d I said, and Matt relaxed a fraction, though only for a moment.<\/p>\n

We skirted the edge of the ravine on our way to the bridge. Matt\u2019s eyes were in constant motion, as if he were scanning for threats, expecting something to jump out of the verdant boughs and tangled brambles that lined its edges. It seemed to have come back wilder this spring\u2014this early summer\u2014than it had in years past. It was yet another sign that things were far different than they had been a year ago, before the world ended on an August Sunday. I began to wonder if he knew something I didn\u2019t, suspected something I didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Had I missed something?<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

He shook his head, his lips pressed together in a thin line. \u201cNothing, I hope. I hope I\u2019m just being paranoid.\u201d<\/p>\n

Aren\u2019t those famous last words by now?<\/em> I winced. \u201cWhat do you think<\/em> could be wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI just want to check the barrow,\u201d he said as our feet hit the bridge. \u201cWith everything that\u2019s just happened, I think that would be a smart idea, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

A shiver shot down my spine as the possibilities of what could<\/em> have gone wrong at the spot where we\u2019d consecrated the ground and buried our dead. It was far enough from where we\u2019d started to build our village that if something happened there, it wouldn\u2019t be immediately noticed, not unless it was very large and very loud.<\/p>\n

And with the battle two days ago, we were distracted. Something could have happened in the midst of all of that chaos and we wouldn\u2019t have realized it was happening.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think they\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said yourself that we tangled with a god of death,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cWho knows what could have happened, or why?\u201d<\/p>\n

Another shiver shot through me.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think we should run,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

For a long moment, my brother stared at me, but at length he nodded.<\/p>\n

He broke into a run and I followed hard on his heels.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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