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He brought some bandages and began wrapping the injured areas of the boy's foot, then left him on the bed while he went to prepare something to eat.
He headed toward one of the cabinets, opening it slowly, only to find that almost all the canned food was empty, except for some leftovers from the previous day.
That caused him a moment of annoyance, but he took the last of what remained and offered it to the boy.
After the boy finished eating what he had, Jesse came to him and, without any introduction, said in a stern tone:
"Listen to me, my friend. I know you're injured and need rest, but we have to leave this area. The house has suffered massive damage, the food has run out, and the Wanderers will come back again in a little while."
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the boy wasn't paying him any attention at all; he was simply staring intently at the empty food can, perhaps hoping to find more.
Jesse took a deep breath, helped the boy to his feet, and led him outside the house to where he kept his car.
The car was old, completely stripped of color—nothing but bare metal and rust. It had no roof, and both the front and rear were covered with clusters of sharp thorns stained with some dried blood.
Jesse helped the boy into the car and got in after him. With quick, skillful movements, he connected two wires under the steering wheel. The faint dashboard lights came on with a sickly yellow glow, and the engine roared to life with a rough, stuttering growl.
He pressed the accelerator and pulled away from the dilapidated cabin, watching it shrink in the rearview mirror.
Minutes and then hours passed. The only sound in their ears was the noise of the car.
Jesse took a deep breath and muttered to himself:
"After I thought I had finally found someone to save me from this loneliness in this place, I discover he's mute and can't even speak… Well, I should try to stay a little optimistic. At least I've found someone who can interact with me, someone I can talk to instead of the damn car."
Suddenly, the outlines of some buildings and houses began to appear in the distance.
They kept heading toward them until they entered the area. The buildings were destroyed, the roads cracked.
Shards of glass were scattered across the ground, and old bloodstains still clung stubbornly to the walls.
Everything around them was nothing but ruins and wreckage of what had once been a bustling city full of people.
They continued forward until they reached a store with no doors left—its glass shattered and scattered beside the entrance.
Jesse approached the boy and said quietly:
"Listen, my friend. I know you're in bad shape, but if you just sit there doing nothing, the Wanderers or one of the Strangers might kill you. This store should still have at least a little canned food or anything edible. We're going in quietly and trying not to attract any attention if there are Wanderers inside. All you have to do is grab as much food as you can carry. Understood?"
He stepped onto the blood-stained ground and felt a faint pain in his injured foot.
His face showed some discomfort, but he tried to ignore it and followed Jesse into the store.
Jesse crawled under one of the empty shelves; the boy did the same, imitating him. Both of them advanced shelf by shelf until they found some canned goods.
Jesse slowly moved toward the cans, picked up a few, and handed the rest to the boy.
As soon as they finished, they retraced their path.
While Jesse was carefully advancing between the shelves, he took a quick glance toward the entrance of the store and suddenly froze.
The boy was surprised by the abrupt stop and gently poked Jesse in the back.
Jesse turned to the boy; terror and tension dominated his face.
He whispered:
"Turn around… turn around… we're taking another way."
Jesse slowly backed up, passing the boy, while the boy remained puzzled, wondering what Jesse had seen to frighten him so badly.
The boy slowly moved forward and stole a quick glance at the same spot Jesse had been looking at. He saw dozens of Wanderers gathered in front of the entrance—and among them stood a tall, thin creature whose body was made of tangled red tissue resembling exposed muscles or swollen blood vessels.
Its head was relatively large, with a wide jaw filled with irregular sharp teeth. Two long, branching horns protruded upward at an angle, as if extensions of its skull bones; one of them was broken and replaced by something resembling a crimson crystal.
Its arms were disproportionately long, dangling almost to the ground.
And every part of its body was studded with blood-red crystal-like orbs.
Jesse quietly pulled the boy back and signaled him to follow.
They moved slowly until they reached a hole in the store's wall.
They passed the canned food out first. Then Jesse climbed through the hole, and the boy followed after him.
Jesse looked at the boy and said in a tense voice:
"Carry as many of these cans as you can and follow me."
Jesse headed toward one of the houses that appeared to be in relatively good condition. He pulled a knife from his coat and began trying to pry the door open.
After several attempts, he managed to open it and stepped inside.
He thoroughly checked the entire house to make sure it was safe to stay in.
In the end, he found nothing dangerous.
Jesse sat on the dirty floor of the house and spoke to the boy:
"Alright, we're spending the night here tonight. The Wanderers have the car surrounded right now, so we can't leave. But I think they'll move away from it by tomorrow. (yawns) Anyway, let's eat what we brought."
He opened the canned food with his knife and handed one can to the boy while opening his own.
As they ate and night fell, Jesse began talking:
"We're lucky that thing didn't see us. It was one of the Strangers—and it would most likely have killed us if it had noticed us."
After they finished eating, Jesse spread his shirt on the floor as a makeshift mat and gave the other one a blanket to sleep with. Both of them lay down to rest.
The light that had been slipping through the cracks began to fade.
Darkness of night took its place.
The screams of the Wanderers echoed through the area, planting anxiety and caution in Jesse's heart.
Meanwhile Ethan slept peacefully.
(End of chapter)