2 Chapter 2: To Help The Helpless (2/2)

As he grew weaker, Luca knew he needed to escape. Though he had no idea how to make that happen. Luca had no idea where it would be safe to go if somehow he managed to escape. Whenever Luca tried to think of what would happen once he was free, he couldn't imagine any ending that didn't result in a terrible death.

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”I'm all alone now.” Luca realized as he talked to himself, his voice low. The noise was somewhat startling to him. It was the first time he had heard a voice in days. ”First mom, now dad. It's just me. I have no idea what to do.” Luca looked towards his dad, saying, ”Dad, I need you, please; I'm sorry. Help me,” But Luca received no response from the man, only the steady rot of his father's body and the smell of his filth as the flies crawled. The bugs and the maggots keeping him company.

Before nightfall, Luca finally found the courage to try and get free, not wanting another to spend another night in the car, fearing what night would bring. But when he tried to move his father's body off of him, Luca found his arms lacked even the little strength they had had before. No matter how hard he pushed the body, no matter how hard he tried to pull himself out from under it, neither budged. His little bit of strength was exhausted.

The more he struggled, the more Luca noticed the disgusting smell of fetid decay. His hands slick with blood made it difficult to gain any traction to grab onto anything. Luca lost more time as he broke down and cried at the helplessness of his situation. He was cold, his stomach hurting from hunger, his head pounding from dehydration. Luca knew his body was likely fighting all types of infections. He wasn't going to survive this. He felt himself slipping in and out of consciousness.

In the middle of the night, Luca summoned the last reserves of his energy. With one last effort, he grabbed his father by the arms and found them too stiff to maneuver or bend. Not wanting to give up, Luca tried to roll the body on its sides, but blisters that had formed on the skin burst. The skin itself ripping as noxious fluid spilled out, causing Luca to throw up again and pass out from the effort.

Completely exhausted, Luca let himself given into hopelessness. He was going to die, and there was nothing he could do about it. Too weak to even escape from under the body that pinned him in place. The only option he had left was to wait for the release of death to take him.

With dawn on the horizon, Luca lay delirious and barely clinging to life. Nearby Luca thought he heard the sounds of people calling out searching for survivors. In a haze, Luca watched in fear before ultimately decided his desire to live was stronger than his fear of dying. Monsters or not, delirious or not, Luca decided to answer the call.

”Here. Help me.” Luca croaked with a raspy voice near-mute from dryness. ”Please, save me; I'm trapped. I don't want to die. I need help.”

But the voices didn't turn toward him. Luca heard the footsteps walking away, and their voices became harder to make out. Luca broke down into his last cry, an anguished wail of hopelessness.”

”Hey, do you hear that, Dale? It sounds like somebody is crying over there. They might be trapped; let's check it out.” Said a masculine voice.

Somewhat strengthened by the realization he might be saved, Luca shouted as loud as he could, a rattle more than a shout that came out as little more than a whisper. The effort was doing damage to his vocal cords, but he hoped it would do. ”I'm over here; please help me.”

”Hey Pat, it's coming from that car over there.” Said Dale, his voice raised with concern as he moved toward the car. ”Sounds like a kid. Let's do this. He probably needs our help. You know if it was one of our kids, we would want someone to help them.”

For the first time in days, Luca felt hope that he would live after all. He was saved.