Snippet #1340267

The blonde glanced up at the sky, entranced. It was gorgeous, as usual. She smiled, and looked at the younger girl who sat beside her. "Sure," she replied, and stood up. For a moment, Chrissy swore she caught a glimpse of a cute guy walking towards them, but closed her eyes and shook it off, glancing back at Lena. Is that God trying to tell me how desperate I am? she inquired internally, continuing to walk with Lena. She was startled, when the black-haired girl broke the dreadful silence between them, snapping the final strings of tension. "The others? I ... don't know. I was exploring today, though. At least those scientists did something useful ... they provided a couple plants. If we pay attention to what berries the animals eat, then I'm sure we can start gathering them, too. I haven't seen a deer paw at a bush of berries, though. Not yet." Chrissy gave Lena another smile. It was tolerable. They would have to be patient. They could survive this with the sources that were given to them. But ... how long, was the question. And what had happened to the government and the scientists? Would they go and search for any remaining survivors? Or, would they just sit back, living the luxurious life, and just live until they died? Even though it was intolerable in her eyes, Chrissy hoped the latter. She despised the government for doing this to the earth ... even if it was for humanity. It wasn't fair to ... her eyes wandered to the people sitting on the floor, just sweeping their eyes over their surroundings. Chrissy spotted a teenager about her age. Over the ten days, the blonde girl had already found many of her high school classmates. She had found her ex boyfriend, too. It was so sad, that they didn't remember her at all. She waved to them, said hi, and they had just stared at her with empty eyes.

The two arrived at the patch of corn crops. It wasn't a field, but it was enough. Chrissy always felt pitiful, so she ended up giving some to those who had their memories erased. She actually had to open their mouths for them, put the food in, and demonstrate how to chew and swallow. "I'll start with this side," Chrissy told Lena, gesturing to the right side of the crops. "Pull off the entire cob; but don't pick the ones that are mostly yellow. Try to get ones with brown kernels," she informed the younger girl, and went to start with the picking. How did she know that? Common sense, really. Chrissy knew popcorn kernels weren't yellow or a light color. They were a golden brownish color, so those would be the ones that they picked. While they were picking, Chrissy began talking about her observations over the past few days. "Hey, Lena. These people ... with their memories erased ... they're no more and no less than newborn babies. Brain and knowledge-wise, I mean. If we treat them like babies, they'll learn like babies. I just ... I don't know, though, if we can teach them and restore them back to the way they were ... wouldn't the government find out and then erase their memories again, along with ours? I don't know if we should risk it." Chrissy was quiet, continuing to grab the browner cobs from the green stalks, waiting for the younger girl to reply.


[ i think we have a minor problem. i'll go post the details in the ooc. ]