I’m a little late with this one, but I got it done. This week’s Wordbound prompt is: Write a scene where a character lets something go, figuratively or literally.
“Where were you going?” Elliot asked, “When you found me?”
“I don’t know,” Jenna replied, “I hadn’t figured that out yet. Where were you going?”
“To New York,” he said, “I heard there was a group there working on a vaccine. To prevent people from turning if they’re bitten by a zombie.”
Jenna looked away and stared into the fire. Elliot could tell that something was wrong.
“What is it?” he asked.
“There was a group in New York,” she said, “They were working on a vaccine. But they were overrun. There’s no one left.”
“How do you know?” he asked.
“I was there,” she said, “I saw it happen. I’m sorry. There’s nothing left there.”
Elliot leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
Elliot lifted his head and looked at Jenna.
“What were you doing there?” he asked, “Are you a doctor? A scientist? Maybe you could…”
“No,” Jenna interrupted, “I’m not a doctor. I was just trying to help. There’s nothing I can do. There’s nothing you can do.”
“There has to be something,” he said, “We can’t just give up.”
“Elliot, there’s nothing we can do,” she said, “As soon as this thing started, the smartest minds in the country came together to try to fix it, but they couldn’t. It’s too late.”
“There has to be something,” he said, “I’m sure there are others working on it.”
“Maybe,” Jenna said, “Or maybe not. You can keep searching if you want. Probably get yourself killed. Or you can find a nice place to settle down and try to stay as far away from those monsters as you can.”
Elliot stared at her. Ever since he’d lost his family, all he’d been trying to do is find some way to fix this. To stop what had killed them from spreading. To save people. It was the same story in every city he’d made it to. At some point, there had been people working on a vaccine, but they were all gone. They hadn’t made it. He’d spent months alone, trying to find some way to help. New York was the last lead he had. And this woman was telling him that there was nothing left there. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was nothing left for him to do. Maybe he should stop searching for an answer that would probably never come and try to live whatever was left of his life as happily as possible right here.