Apocalypsis 04 - Haven

Italy? Africa?
    “Where the hell is that?” asked one of the guys, his face all screwed up in confusion. “Is that even a real place?”
    “Of course it is,” said Bodo, sounding disgusted. “Lithuania iss next to Poland. You’ve heard of Poland, I hope.”
    “Yeah, I’ve heard of it. It’s were all the polacks come from,” said the small guy, laughing at his own joke.
    “No, it’s not. It’s where da Polish are from. Don’t be ignorant.”
    I nearly crossed my eyes at Bodo’s stupid comment. Here I was playing Airhead Barbie to save our asses, and he was egging them on.
    “I’m not ignorant just because I call a dumbass like you a polack, you fucking polack .” The little guy moved forward very aggressively. I could picture a kick to the face coming very soon on Bodo’s horizon.
    I coughed a few times fluttering my hands in front of my face to get their attention. I even jumped up and down a few times for good measure. If I had thought it would work, I would have done a cheerleading kick too. “Oh my god, do you guys have any water? I’m super thirsty. All there is around here is salt water. And bugs! Ew! Get away!” I continued batting the air like crazy.
    “What are you even doing here?” asked the one with the gun trained on Bodo. “You didn’t just wander into the swamp.”
    Thankfully the little canner stopped advancing on Bodo. I’d earned my boyfriend a temporary reprieve. I begged him in my mind to quit doing stupid stuff because I didn’t know how much longer I could keep this up. Being a space cadet was surely emptying my brain of much needed brain cells.
    I jumped in to answer. “No, we didn’t wander in. No way. We were being held captive by those stupid indian kids. We just got out. We escaped.”
    “Where were you?” asked one of them. “And why are you wearing moccasins if you’re not with them?”
    “You like them?” I said, pasting the sunniest smile on my face possible. I moved my legs back and forth, twisting around to show them off as I looked down at my feet. “They give them to everyone they capture. It’s pretty nice, if you ask me. My other shoes really stunk. I hate smelly shoes, don’t you?” I looked back up at them, careful not to look at their disgusting feet, knowing they were probably spattered with gore. I imagined I could smell them from here.
    “Where were you?” repeated the guy with the gun. His tone said he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about my cute boots. Hopefully he wouldn’t bother to check inside them, since I hoped to get close enough to use the blade I kept there.
    “Back there, somewhere,” I said, gesturing with my thumb behind me. I knew there was nothing back there, or at least I hoped there wasn’t. I wouldn’t want them investigating my so-called prison and coming upon some of my friends.
    I pointed to Bodo. “Billy there overpowered our guards and killed them and took their guns. That’s how we ended up here.”
    “Then why were you shooting at us?” asked the little one.
    “Because! Duh! How were we supposed to know you’re the good guys. You’re here hanging out with those people.” I let them think I had a thing against the kids in Kahayatle, praying they were prejudiced dipshits.
    Four of the five didn’t disappoint, nodding their heads and looking at each other. But the one with the gun wasn’t buying it. I could tell by his expression.
    “Sit down over there,” he said, waving the gun at a place just off to my right where a fallen log was placed for people to eat on.
    I took a seat on the far side of it, tearing my gaze away from Bodo so I’d appear unconcerned and stupid. Only a complete idiot would feel safe in the company of these savages. I had to hope that their plan was to keep our meat fresh before they ate it later. From the looks of it, they’d already had dinner. I refused to look at the pile of refuse off to the side of the hut.
    “What are we gonna do with them?” asked the small guy in a quiet voice. He apparently thought I was not only a complete bimbo, but also deaf as well. He seemed to be talking for everyone, because the rest of them looked to their leader for the answer.
    “What we usually do with our captives,” he said, no emotion in his voice.
    “Even the girl?” asked one of the larger ones. He kept looking over at me as he waited for his boss’s answer.
    I could practically see him drooling. I gave him a shy smile, hoping to get him even more agitated. Just five