Darwin's Quest: The Search for the Ultimate Survivor by Jonathan P. Brazee

Author:Jonathan P. Brazee [Brazee, Jonathan P.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2013-11-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

“Ok big boy, take ‘em off for me.” Josh stood in front of me, one hand on his hip, the other hand out effeminately.

Borlinga had never put her leggings, headwrap, and smock back on, but I put my jeans on after each time they were used for water. Josh had her clothing and now wanted my jeans.

Yash laughed. “I knew you had a thing for Mr. Corter there!”

“Well, he is kinda cute, in that Outerworlder way,” he retorted, his voice in an exaggerated affectation. “But you, Yashy, you’re the real one I want, so mysterious.”

Yash put his hand on his chest and gave a mock bow as we all laughed.

“Hey, you can have Corter, but hands off Yash! He’s mine!” Alfhid sputtered, laughing too hard to get it all out at once. She jumped up and rushed over to him, grabbing him in an embrace and lifting him off the ground before planting a kiss right on his dastar.

It felt good to laugh. We had been a morose bunch the night before after getting back, and the morning hadn’t been much better. When Yash blushed, we broke into even more laughter, Ratt laughed so hard that she started gasping for air.

“Well, if that’s the way you’re going to be…” Josh spun to flounce off, actually swaying his hips. I wondered what his legions of fans would think if they could see him then. Who would’ve thought he could cut loose and goof off like that? I wouldn’t have guessed he had a sense of humor, but maybe he had hidden it before, conscious of his sports image. Without an audience, though, why not joke around?

“I’ll go with him.” Ratt jumped up and followed, still chuckling. Our alliances had pretty much broken apart. We were one group then, and Ratt seemed to be gravitating toward Josh. He was a good-looking man, to be sure, and he’d had a small amount of fame before, so I guessed that wasn’t too surprising. Even his surliness of the last couple of days hadn’t seemed to bother her.

Alfhid let Yash go and started after them. “Well, Ratt isn’t going to be much help hauling that thing up, so I’d better go, too.” She walked off, her half-nakedness now the norm.

I think the rest of us contemplated helping out, but despite the spasm of laughter, lethargy had crept into the camp. We were listless, waiting for something to happen, for someone to come get us. Wherever we were, the trip here from Earth had taken two weeks. So no matter what had happened in Production City, they had to have dispatched a ship to come get us, and that meant we only had to wait another week or a little more before we could leave this God-forsaken place. So we were just sitting here, waiting.

We sat in silence for awhile until Mike said, for the umpteenth time, “It just doesn’t make sense. No power, but the river is flowing. No ships. No messages. Dinosaurs inside Production City.

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