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in the way plants just lived. Plants don’t worry, plants don’t think, they just are. Emma found that beautiful. Donna Harris had originally helped out and talked about the plants, but now was clearly going stir crazy. Specialist Kane, or Jordan as he had asked her to call him, was an unusual man. He was certainly young, perhaps twenty years or more her junior. But, he had a calm that didn’t make sense with his age. He just sat in the corner humming to himself. It was crazy, but Emma found herself thinking that if he had just been ten years older, she would have asked him out. She hadn’t had sex in months. There was nothing wrong with being attracted to someone, but she needed to stop thinking about that aspect of attraction. Maybe she was going stir-crazy too.
Turning back to her plants, she gently traced the pattern of the leaves, she brushed off any dirt or splatter that had splashed up from the rain and she checked the status of each one. It was an odd experience. Maybe it was due to them being caged in the concrete garden, unable to get out, or maybe she was going insane, but she felt she could sense the movements inside the plants, the life flow in them. She imagined this as she traced their patterns in her hand, and took care of them.
“How the hell are we going to get out of here?” Donna asked pacing around. She grabbed the axe and hammered it hard into the wall where the opening was.
“Harris, that is a little futile.” Jordan started, “looks like eighteen to twenty-four inches of concrete. I would guess those bars go a foot in each direction, if they are not a part of the full structure. It would take weeks to get out of there.”
“Yeah?” Harris was in no mood for Jordan’s nay-saying, “I got nothing but time, so I think I will keep this up” and she began hitting the concrete. To Emma’s surprise, chunks of the concrete began to crumble off. Donna was elated, she raised the axe high above her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the look of abject horror on Jordan’s face as the axe swung down at the opening. She saw him rise and run toward Donna as the axe hit the concrete, twisting in her grip and bouncing from the structure, the axe buried itself in her thigh.
Donna’s mouth went wide, but no sound came out, Jordan caught her as she fell, but he was not fast enough to keep her from instinctively ripping the axe from her flesh. Her blood sprayed across his body and up his neck as the femoral artery was laid bare. Jordan shoved his hand over the wound and tried to keep it closed up, but it was no use. Donna Harris bled out in less than a minute. This kind woman who had come to Dr. Pare’s lab every day to talk about gardening died on the floor of the outside garden in one of the most secure locations on earth.
Jordan had tears in his eyes when he looked up, and a deep sadness washed over Emma Pare. There had been nothing either of them could do. Emma knew that people died in the military, but she had never been close enough to one to see it. She had never seen anyone she knew well die before her eyes. The shock of it was devastating. She knelt down beside the body of PFC Donna Harris and put her hand to the quickly cooling face of this young woman who had only moments before been helping her take care of her plants.
After sitting there for a half hour or so, Jordan said, “We should do something. We should take care of her body.”
“What do you want to do?” Emma whispered.
“Bury her.” Jordan was in a deep grief, but Emma didn’t think the two soldiers knew each other well. “We should bury her. They can reclaim her when they rescue us, but out of respect, we should give her that dignity.”
“Jordan, are you okay?” Emma put a hand on his shoulder.
He had tears in his eyes, which partially smeared the blood that had coagulated on his face, “I should have got to her. If I had been quicker…. I saw what was going to happen. When she raised the axe up, I
Turning back to her plants, she gently traced the pattern of the leaves, she brushed off any dirt or splatter that had splashed up from the rain and she checked the status of each one. It was an odd experience. Maybe it was due to them being caged in the concrete garden, unable to get out, or maybe she was going insane, but she felt she could sense the movements inside the plants, the life flow in them. She imagined this as she traced their patterns in her hand, and took care of them.
“How the hell are we going to get out of here?” Donna asked pacing around. She grabbed the axe and hammered it hard into the wall where the opening was.
“Harris, that is a little futile.” Jordan started, “looks like eighteen to twenty-four inches of concrete. I would guess those bars go a foot in each direction, if they are not a part of the full structure. It would take weeks to get out of there.”
“Yeah?” Harris was in no mood for Jordan’s nay-saying, “I got nothing but time, so I think I will keep this up” and she began hitting the concrete. To Emma’s surprise, chunks of the concrete began to crumble off. Donna was elated, she raised the axe high above her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the look of abject horror on Jordan’s face as the axe swung down at the opening. She saw him rise and run toward Donna as the axe hit the concrete, twisting in her grip and bouncing from the structure, the axe buried itself in her thigh.
Donna’s mouth went wide, but no sound came out, Jordan caught her as she fell, but he was not fast enough to keep her from instinctively ripping the axe from her flesh. Her blood sprayed across his body and up his neck as the femoral artery was laid bare. Jordan shoved his hand over the wound and tried to keep it closed up, but it was no use. Donna Harris bled out in less than a minute. This kind woman who had come to Dr. Pare’s lab every day to talk about gardening died on the floor of the outside garden in one of the most secure locations on earth.
Jordan had tears in his eyes when he looked up, and a deep sadness washed over Emma Pare. There had been nothing either of them could do. Emma knew that people died in the military, but she had never been close enough to one to see it. She had never seen anyone she knew well die before her eyes. The shock of it was devastating. She knelt down beside the body of PFC Donna Harris and put her hand to the quickly cooling face of this young woman who had only moments before been helping her take care of her plants.
After sitting there for a half hour or so, Jordan said, “We should do something. We should take care of her body.”
“What do you want to do?” Emma whispered.
“Bury her.” Jordan was in a deep grief, but Emma didn’t think the two soldiers knew each other well. “We should bury her. They can reclaim her when they rescue us, but out of respect, we should give her that dignity.”
“Jordan, are you okay?” Emma put a hand on his shoulder.
He had tears in his eyes, which partially smeared the blood that had coagulated on his face, “I should have got to her. If I had been quicker…. I saw what was going to happen. When she raised the axe up, I
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