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Parte Fourteen: The Diarrehia-Suppliment Bottle Containes Shirmp

I awaken to the feeling of Jessica slapping me in the face. "Come on, everyone is waking up." Despite being mildly slapped across my face and my extreme fatigue from waking up early, its not the worst way to wake up if I'm being honest. Aunt Bernadette used to throw garbage ontop of me to wake me up. When she was still...

No! I'm not going to think like that. There is still hope. There is still hope for all of us. Trust me, if there is anyone who can put up with the filthe of the world, it is the farmers of McHenry County!

I tiredly stand by my peers. Joop says, "Okay, since we came this far, we are going to make two more quick stops before we retreat back to camp. We will first head to the health clinic. There will probably be quite a few survivors there since it is a public place. After that, we will head to an old Better Buy lectronic (Farmer lingo for electronic) store and then the library.

I'm slightly disappointed that we are going to more places because of how tired I am. But if there a chance that my aunt can be there I'll go anywhere. I mentally shake myself awake and grab my things. All I need to do is remember is "T.he D.iarehhia-S.uppliment B.ottle C.ontaines S.hrimp=Thermos, Dirt-Sifter, Blanket, Coat, Shoes"

I must have said this outloud because Bradly pushes me when no one is looking and says, "Poopy loser! This is why no one loves you," In a deepy voice he snaps, "I bet this is why your aunt pooping left you!" Nothing Bradly has said has ever hurt me like this before. I turn away so I don't have to face him. "What's the matter loser? You all sad? You're weirdo powers won't do you any good cos ur a loser!"

I turn far far away from him now.
I am not going yo cry. I an NOT GOING TO CRY. If I cry now, then what he says will be true. I will never shed a tear to that jerk. Never!

I take Debra in my hand and join the group again. Only, on the other side. Far, far away from Bradly. I may be too, "normal" of a person in everyone's opinion, but even the most normal people still have abnormalities. That's what makes you truly normal. I will shine with who I am. I will become more than just adverage.

I think Joop is saying something important right now, but I'm too deep into my own thoughts and anger to notice. I can hear the, "Okay, let's go!" From farmer Joop and I follow the others while my brain is on autopilot.

We run as fast as our legs can carry us in the snow. The stinging pain from the cold inside of my boots helps me forget my feelings. But not nearly enough to make them go away.

We run and pray. Run and pray that we do not see any goblins. That's all we can really do. Turning back isn't an option at this point. If we are spotted, we would lead the goblins right to our camp if we tried to run back. Its fight or flight.

Out of breath, I can see the town clinic in sight. Thank God its not near the center of town, where the goblins have been reported to lurk. We speak to the back. Wendy tries the door. She knocks in an odd pattern. Then a man behind the door yells, "Who are you?!" Wendy says, "Hey! We're survivors! Let us in!"

The man debates whether he should open it in silence. Eventually, he caves in and quickly rushes everyone inside. I run into the darkness inside the door frame with everyone else. Its like running into a cave in digcraft, hoping for diamonds...

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