The Vision
505 Words
About three months have passed since my “rebirth”. Everything has been going swimmingly well, I have risen no suspicion to the people around me, the high school friends are as lovely as they used to be and they were more than happy to hang out again. Alexander, the quiet mechanic, and Richard, the musclebrain gymnastics instructor. Alex still worries me with how distant and reserved he is with his manners, but I am sure he’s enjoying my company and the feelings are mutual. Rick, on the other hand is the polar opposite and I wish I could get more alone time. Plus, seeing his beefy, chucky body crushes my excitement from the gym results. I know it’s been only three months and that Rick, as my personal trainer, is doing his absolute best, but it can’t be helped and I am jealous. Thankfully, I brush such feelings off quite easily.
I now know the exact location of that that snob’s ruled land: Castaic. I was completely disoriented back then. Started off from Los Angeles, my hometown and then going back and forth, in packs of people, while everyone being on the edge of their seat and cautious. I stopped caring where I was after a while, especially since LA was completely wiped and I had no reason to go back. At some point I ventured alone and started following the gossip about the “rising city” and all that pointless blabbering. I tried living there, but I ditched it the second day, following afterwards a person back to that village I settled. It would have been a lot easier to know such information, but that really selfless and caring ruler changed the city’s name and I had to do quite the research. Hate to admit it, but I am also partially at fault for the inconvenience, considering I never questioned where I was.
As far as the planning goes, I have given it more thought: Checked out the map of the area, drawn routes and made sure that what I remember about that place checks out. I also arranged how the re-establishment of the city will happen. Firstly, stash in the small village water, food, tools, vehicles and utilities. Wait it out there, try to stay alive and then start transferring them near the water dam. The water supplies will be few, since there’s a river adjacent, but…just in case. They won’t take much space anyways. I wish I could organize my plan a bit more, but it’s way too early to take any action and admittedly, the hospital residency in my city centre is quite a hustle; I would be lying if I claimed there weren’t days that I returned home only to instantly crush on my bed and sleep fully clothed. Was saving up money these days, so I can gather the sum of money needed, but they weren’t nearly enough. I won’t make it if this is the only source of income. This had been my only concern this past week, and yet remains unclear.
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