I felt empty and tired. I asked Sharon "Where's my room?" I knew it wasn't going to be in here. She was looking tired too. It had been a stressful day even though it wasn't but half over. My sleeping patterns were nothing like what they had been once upon a time. The structure that had driven them had long ago evaporated. What structure had reappeared in its place was centered around food, water, and safety. It's tough to sleep when you are worried about who might come up on you. Being hungry and thirsty didn't help either.
It wasn't all that long ago really when I had fallen from the clutches of the Devil. I didn't see it that way at the time. I mean I had inklings of the reality of the world before I was told to vacate. HE had first touched me not long after my car accident. That was expensive, even with insurance. Stupid bitch on a cell phone not paying attention had taken me out and kept going. I knew she was trouble when she had cut me off the first time in that monster Denali SUV she was driving. An appropriate name for a vehicle that big I remember thinking. One second I was driving along. The next second she was trying to fit her monster into a lane that was already occupied by me. A second later it was "Crunch" and I was headed for a Jersey wall. Then "Bam" and I was slammed by a face full of airbag and rocked hard again by another car trying to climb into my glove compartment.
I tuned back in. Sharon was standing in front of me asking "You okay?" I was surprised by the concern I heard in her voice. "Yeah...I'm fine. Just tired."
"Okay. Let me show you the house." She may have looked tired but she didn't sound anywhere near it. So I followed her around for the tour. It was short. Her pantry was behind a ripped out section of drywall where someone previously had mined for copper. She had four cans of food. Two of them were creamed corn. Yuck. One was "Fruit Cocktail" and the other had no label at all. She told me "I'm saving the fruit cocktail for a special occasion."
"What's in the other can?"
She shrugged and replied "I have no idea. Hopefully something good but probably dog food since the other two cans were."
"Dog food's not bad if you heat it up. I put some wild onions I found in mine and a ketchup packet and it was pretty good."
"You know wild onions? You know that herb stuff?"
"A little" I replied. "I'm no expert." She liked that answer though. I could tell. "I'll add my food to yours if you don't mind."
"You better" was her reply.
My bedroom was a floor in the other bedroom down the hall from her. It was trash free and windowless. It still had a door. Not bad all in all. I was going to need to find some cardboard to put down on the concrete. Someone had taken the carpeting including the pad that had been in there.
The bathroom was a five gallon paint bucket with a couple two by fours across it for a seat that she kept in a closet She pointed at it and told me "It's for emergency use only. Shit outside in the trees or elsewhere. If you use it then you need to dump it and rinse it in the creek. A stack of books were next to it for use as toilet paper. Not perfect as the ink would wipe off on your ass but better than nothing.
"Stay away from the sliding glass doors. You never know who might be snooping around" She told me. I told her "I got it and was going to get my stuff set up. You want me to find you when I'm ready to go out?"
"Sure." She walked away and I began unpacking.