Apocalypsis 01 - Kahayatle

pushing on him and telling him to leave his peaceful sleep.
    “It’s me, Bryn.   I know you’re tired, but I need you to help me find our roommate.”
    Bodo sat up, scrubbing his face.   “Oh, yeah.   Sure.   What’s da problem?”
    I sighed.   “Peter is missing.   We’ve been sleeping for three hours and I don’t think he’s been back yet from his shower.”   I stood up and could see there were no signs of his clothes on the floor, and I knew Peter well enough by now to know that he would never have showered and put dirty stuff back on.
    Bodo got up and did a few jumping jacks.  
    “What are you doing?”
    “I neet to get da blood flowing better.   I’m too tired to think right now.”
    I nodded.   “Whatever works.”   I went into the other hut and kicked the dirty clothes around.   There was nothing there of Peter’s.
    “Let’s go to the shower and see if he’s maybe lost over there.”
    “Follow me,” said Bodo, taking the lead.
    We arrived at the shower and I was not happy with what I saw there.   Peter’s dirty clothes were sitting in a pile, soaked from the shower, left there as if discarded.
    “Peter would never leave his clothes like this,” I said, picking up his cammo shirt and then letting it drop.
    “I agree.   Something is wrong here.”
    I looked at the surrounding trees.   “Do you think he wandered off?   Maybe he’s going to the bathroom somewhere.”
    “We can sit and wait for a while.   But I still don’t think he wouldt just leave his clothes like dat on the ground.   It’s not like him to be making a mess.”
    I felt sick to my stomach.   Someone had taken him, I just knew it.   “Who did this?” I asked, not expecting an answer, really.
    “Let’s go findt those indians and ask dem.”
    “Do you think they did it?”
    “No, do you?”
    “No.   It seems weird that they’d offer us a place to live and then kidnap one of us.”
    “Exactly.   So it’s someone else, but probably someone dey know.   Dey sneak aroundt in dese trees and dis swamp all da time.   Dey must know everyone who iss here.”
    I nodded.   “You’re right.   Let’s go back to the hut and see if we can figure out how to get in touch with them.”   I was kicking myself that I hadn’t thought to ask them where they actually lived.
    We went back and roamed around the area immediately surrounding our huts.   I gave up finding clues of their whereabouts and just yelled instead.   Bodo looked at me but didn’t tell me to stop.
    “Hey!   Kowi!   Coli!   Someone!   Where are you?!”
    After a few long and stressful minutes of no response, Bodo lifted his fingers up to his mouth.   “You might want to cover your earss,” he said, just before taking in a big breath.
    I covered them just in time, but it still wasn’t enough to totally block out the sound waves.
    When he was done I pulled my hands away.   “Holy crap, Bodo.   Are you full of some serious hot air or what?”
    He smiled.   “I’m good at da football games, belief me.”
    Yokci came walking up from behind some trees.   “You called?”
    “Yeah, sorry about that.   We didn’t know where to find you.”
    “What’s so urgent you have to let every person within three miles know that you’re here?”
    I ignored his scolding tone.   “Peter’s missing.   We need your help finding him.”
    Yokci frowned.   “What do you mean, he’s missing?”
    “I mean, he’s not here.   He went to take a shower and disappeared … never came back.”
    “Are you sure he isn’t just taking a break?”
    “For three hours?”
    Yokci shrugged.   “I don’t know him.   It’s possible.”
    “Not Peter.   And he left his clothes in a pile at the shower.   He’d never do that.”
    “How do you know?”
    I gestured angrily towards our pantry.   “Hello?   He’s totally anal about organizing things.   Look!”
    Yokci scanned the canned goods and other items, all neatly lined up and evenly spaced on the shelves.   The labels all pointed in the exact same direction and it looked as if he’d used some sort of spacer to make sure that each can was separated from the one next to it by the exact same distance.
    “Wow.   It’s even alphabetized.”
    “See?   So are you going to help us find him or what?”
    “Yeah.   We’d better.   It’s getting late.”
    He stepped outside the hut and let out his bird whistle call.   I tried to figure out how he was doing it, but all he was