“I’m bored…” Engie groaned from his chair.
“We know,” Jayla rolled her eyes, struggling to push the wheelchair ahead of her. “Just hold on for a bit longer.”
“I am holding on. It’s not like I can go anywh-”
“If you make another wisecrack about your legs, I swear, I’m gonna stop pushing and just leave you here.”
Fritz cracked a smile at her comeback. He had wanted to make a witty reply to Engie’s whining for some time now, but he never knew what to say. So he just let Jayla do it for him.
He had gained this new ally only two days before, and she was already proving very useful. The task of pushing Engie was split between them; when one got too tired of maneuvering him through the rocky terrain they would switch. With Jayla’s extra bag of food and water there was plenty to be rationed out. And she was an easy person to travel with; a bit pessimistic but always open to new ideas. Except for he