Chapter 62

Amelia

During my year away from Ryan, I watched Starwars. I now realize that the room I slept in must have been Ryan's old one and that he was a nerd in his younger years. But the point I'm trying to make is that we look like Tusken raiders right now.

Ryan is sleeping while most of his body is covered by a cloth as we travel through the desert on my lizard's back. Sand is blowing into my face, letting me know this path won't be easy. I have to find him human meat, but discomfort shoots through me like a bullet every time I think about him eating another person.

Am I a weakling for having hesitation about killing a human so that Ryan can eat their flesh? I kill for survival, but somehow, blowing someone's head off for Ryan to eat feels different.

And once he has eaten, am I supposed to leave him again? Ryan said he couldn't be with other people, and that knowledge makes my stomach churn. I had hoped to stay with him and maybe have a baby together, but