Losing Inertia by VK Gregory

Author:VK Gregory [Gregory, VK]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

We didn’t get drunk of course. Like my earlier experiences with Danny, we drank heavily with no sign of it affecting us at all. But as we sat with each other, talking and wrapped up in a blanket against the cool of the unheated room, we became giddy and flushed and uninhibited. We were akin to drunk.

I was sleepy and the night stretched before us, Dean sat next to me sipping a glass of wine.

‘Do you think this is it?’ he asked thoughtfully, pouring more wine into his glass,

‘The wine?’ I was confused, staring into the dark cherry red of my crystal glass,

‘No, this world. This apocalypse? Is this the end?’ I glanced outwards towards the window, but it was dark and the room reflected back at us, shadowy figures in a dark room, lit only by the flicker of a small orange flame,

‘I can’t believe it, it can’t be. This world is waiting for something. I can feel it. This can’t be the end,’

‘And if it is?’ he put down my glass on the table next to me and turned to face me, what do we do? How do we live here for decades?’ carefully I considered,

‘I don’t think that’s going to be an issue,’

‘It might be though,’

‘No, I mean, I don’t think we have forever here. I feel that maybe we aren’t supposed to be still moving, our end is coming too,’ it was too late for philosophical discussions, my brain was tired, my body hungry and exhausted; I couldn’t find the right words,

‘You think we’re - dying?’

‘I don’t know, haven’t you noticed that you feel hungry even when you’ve just eaten? We can’t get drunk, I’m always exhausted, and often sick,’ I paused to think, to say it without scaring him ‘I look at the living-statues, and I think they are dying, slowly, very very slowly,’ he looked shocked, of course he hadn’t watched the statues over the last few weeks, and seen the deterioration of their bodies. He suddenly shuddered and stood up,

‘I need another drink,’

‘It’s not working’

‘I know, I still need one,’ he snapped at me. Who was I to argue? I pulled my legs up into the flowery fluffy blanket and curled into the corner, pulling it around me. My eyes felt heavy with fatigue, but I wasn’t sleepy, just exhausted. I shut them and allowed the sound of Dean making drinks to comfort me. When I felt him sit down next to me, the sofa dipping under our combined weight and his warmth spiralling around me like a heater, I opened them again, feeling woozy from the tiredness.

‘I might go to bed,’ he nodded, brushing a stray hair from his forehead,

‘I’ll see you tomorrow then,’ I stood up to go, trying desperately to find the energy to stand up, ‘are you ok?’ I fell back down again, my legs to tired and too weak, ‘I thought we couldn’t get drunk?’ I laughed loudly,

‘I wish it was the alcohol, the longer I stay

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