Chapter Twenty-Six
My steps as light as those of an astronaut on the moon, I prance into the bright yellow shimmer of the gate.
When I get to the other side, the post-apocalyptic landscape is the same—decimated theme park rides and all.
“Here goes another small step for a woman,” I can’t help but say as I walk forth.
No one replies.
The ground under my feet is once more covered with slime.
The contraption around me glows faintly with the same energy as that of Itzel’s ball lightning. I guess it’s creating some kind of a force field around me—which is encouraging.
I suck in spacesuit air.
No strange odor this time.
I breathe out as I walk. Step after step, I seem to be fine.
The stats in my peripheral view are acting as they should: the outside is still toxic and radioactive, but
