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RITA POV
2045.21.7
Dear reader,
If you're reading this you've either been snooping in my stuff or you found it when I left the Wastelands.
If you're the first of the two, you better pray I don't find you. If you're the second then you might actually need this emotionally, physically, or just to help you survive.
So if you found this use it to your advantage.
Cause you'll never know when you need my help.
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Rule number one: Never go out in daylight.
I abide by that rule my whole life in the Wastelands. Well until everything went dark when I was eight.
The first year without Mom. The first year of many dark nights.
You see that first year of the last bit of light I only left the safety of my home and the Dome around it at night. Searching for food, water, and clothing.
That time when daylight came so did the Wandering. People who have lost it all mentally and physically and are willing to take from others.
Even if it means killing.
Now we're surrounded by darkness the only way to still tell time are old pocket watches that don't seem to ever be affected by Earth's extreme changes.
Did you know all the contestants have connected once again as Pangaea?
Before Dad left he said that everything connected once again so Earth can slowly take the f****d up places and destroy them out in the middle of the ocean to preserve the rest of the planet.
But I'll get to that next time. Now that it's dark I go out anytime since most can't tell the difference between 'day and night' anymore without a pocket watch.
I've encountered a few people, even the Wandering before but nobody to far gone.
Another thing to keep in mind, don't wear shoes. They make too much noise.
Almost any sound, even the light tapping of your shoes, will attract the Wandering or even animals like foxes, wolves, and lynxes. You know all the hungry, savage animals.
So be careful.
Avoid the Wandering as much as possible and make little to no sound at all and you just might survive.
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Putting my journal down I pull out my watch from the pocket of my joggers checking the time.
5:24, P.M. I'm going to guess from the heat.
Standing I grab my heavy black jacket, my black backpack with an Adidas on the back, and taking my two keys, head out the door carrying everything out with me, locking it with one key.
Heading for the entrance of the Safety Dome I take out the other key and open all three locks on the door softly make an almost silent click. Pushing the door up I slide out from under the door, pulling it back down effortlessly, locking it again.
Turning around I survey the area I find no one there I slowly make my trip to a water bottling factory a few miles away.
Keeping my footsteps light I walk fast and low to the ground, avoiding twigs, glass, and other things that may make noise or stab my feet.
Rounding a corner I climb a highway ramp taking the shorter route, weaving in between rusty, broken down cars.
Weaving between the last few cars I see the seventh street fading exit sign, and jog quick down the ramp. Just a mile ahead I see the building of the water company, making my way towards it.
Arriving minutes later I stand in front of a half-open truck loading dock, I take my bag and coat and throw them up on the dock, flinching at the noise it makes.
Stepping back I run towards the dock jumping when I'm close enough, I grip the ledge and pull myself up the rest of the way. Picking up my things I walk through the empty halls until I come to a door marked Storage.
Pushing the rusted metal door open I walk in finding the room piled with unopened packaged water bottles. Walking to one of the packages I take my hunting knife from the ankle of my boot and slide it across the plastic wrapping, ripping it open instantly.
Unzipping my bag I grabbed a bottle of water, laying it down sideways to fit as much as I possibly can. Finishing up only about five bottles are left, taking them out I stuff them in my coat pockets and stand up I pull the bag straps tighter as I leave the room.
Stopping at the dock I check for anything else I can get. Seeing a gas container, picking it up I feel it's about three-quarters full. Walking to the edge of the dock I silently jump off landing in the rubble.
Standing I pull out my watch to check the time.
6:16 P.M. s**t. The cold front is coming.
Taking off my bag I throw on my jacket zipping it up and grab my bag taking off for home.
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A/n: I know it's short sorry I didn't know how to continue without boring you all.
You know the drill,
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~Angel ❤
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