Anticipate Tomorrow

I am still the blind woman that needed help to urge herself away from her suicidal ideation, but I left that woman behind because as death crept slowly towards myself, I was saved as an unknown person interrupted my feelings of retiring the sad life I live. I since made the vow to care more about myself, to gain strength from my weakness, and to not die alone. This was only because I was lifted from the dirt. I had heard a voice speak to me with care and this is what is helpful.

The voice itself was not out of the ordinary, it seemed to originate from a man that was excited. The voice held itself steady and grizzly to the words that were spoken. There were only a few words coming from this voice, yet it carried new life into me with every word.

"I am here. I am here for you" he said.

I awoke on the cold floor, my cheek brushed textured flooring that was smooth as my fingers gripped around the space.

"I'm glad you're up, but we've got to move now" the same recognizable and warm embracing voice said.

"Uh –" I start to stutter. I don't want to let this new ray of hope see that I'm weak, but I must let him know that I'm blind and that I will be needing help walking around.

I stutter but after murmuring out, I tried to grasp a sense of my surroundings.

The cold air around me felt stiff, the smell was not so pleasant but gave to me a sense of direction as to where we might be. I could smell wood shavings, water, and cement. From where I stand, I could imagine that this new character has taken me to a building that was under construction.

"I am – I'm blind. Please let me borrow a hand in getting out of here" I said with sadness written on my face.

"I understand. We must go now if that is the case. I'm tired from carrying you over to this place, but I can tie a rope to my waist and have you followed me around with this." He said as the sounds of his backpack zipped open and as he rushed to gather what I assumed to be a rope.

"Please put your hand out and tie this around your hand. I will tell you if you need to squat or jump over anything that comes across our path".

I had left my hand out to receive the rope, but to imagine the swift thinking and the even fast rummaging to get into action. I was sure that the situation was in must be dire as this character is moving with the wind.

"The undead were about to break the fence. We made the right decision moving now," said he.

"I – I am very thankful for you taking the chance at saving me" I said, but I can't help but stutter because as much as I wish to move on from the despair and darkness I left only a minute ago. I still see those feelings creeping up to me and dangling on my ankles.

The ground was littered with dust and shavings. My shoes felt as if every step was marching through a great swamp. The smell of wood and cement would often shove itself deep into my lungs as I would unknowingly breathe for fresh air.

"I know were in the thick of this situation but let me tell you this is the worst of it. Things will be better as soon as we get away from the undead" he said as the running and swift walking was piling up on him.

From my understanding we were running away from a large horde of undead that gathered from the surrounding area and grouped up more undead as this character ran through many streets to recollect and find a suitable place to put me down and rest.

We had to move fast because the horde of the undead were inching closer and closer.

The strain of taking care of me was a burden that I learned early on was a large reason as to why I was always used as bait or often left behind. There were instances when the party of people I was with would sneak past and leave me behind.

"I'm sorry to need help. I will help you and your people out the most I possibly can" I pant out as we break from the cold building into the warm sunlight.

"Don't worry. We are far past the need to struggle." He spoke.

"We can relax here. There is some shade nearby that is perfect to hide at".

The difference from the shuffling of wood chippings to what I assume to be blades of grass is big. Each step forward was light and carried a smell of nature that was easy on the lungs. The warm sun carried gentle brushes of wind that brought a cold relief to my damp clothes that gathered moisture from droplets of water that dropped from the ceilings.

"If you were to tell me that you are to take me to heaven because there was some mistake, I don't belong in hell… I would believe you and still I would have to ask you to stay here for a moment longer" I say as my breath recollects.

"HAHA – I would have to guess that you don't get much help from the other people around here. We can stay here for a minute longer, but we are close to my people." He gladly hushed out in excitement and what I would assume adrenaline.

I was happy to be in such a situation. The world may have decided to stop putting so much pressure on me, perhaps it's my time to use the despair I once had cling to for a better outcome. If this was the case, I'm glad to take another step forward in the light with the sun illuminating the path I walk down.