Never Ending Nightmare (Sunsinger!Male reader)

Chapter 2 - Camp Lookout and Lore

(Pale City - Shattered Streets, Your POV)

'In and out. Why can't every trip be that smooth?' I questioned as I looked back, the bakery in the far distance.

Next on the agenda is...through the bookstore? This city has a bookstore and I've never seen it?

'I wonder if they have books about turtles, hard back with little heads.' I giggled slightly, man I love turtles. Not the snapping ones though, not making that mistake twice.

I looked over at a dilapidated sign for an ice cream parlor. My head ached for a moment before a flash of white flooded my eyes as this street felt all too familiar.

(Pale City - Busy Streets, Your POV - 8 years ago)

"Don't stray too far! We don't want you getting lost in these busy streets." My...mother? I think, called out to me as my sister grabbed my hand and pulled me along towards the ice cream shop.

"We won't! We're just going to get ice cream!"
My sister yelled back.

Her mouth made no noise as she mouthed what I guessed was my name, I guess I won't be learning that anytime soon.

"Come on! Let's go get some ice cream, I can't wait another minute!" She dragged me behind her as we broke away from our parents.

I- I held my head for a moment, it ached slightly as I tried to remember my sister's name.

'Ver-ica. That's not it. Veron-ica, Veronica!' That's it! Her name is Veronica! I can't remember her last name though. It was weird, actually I think my last name was weird too. Something about a singer maybe?

She mouthed my name again, a sound, almost, but still completely unrecognizable to any language I understand.

"Hurry up! I want ice cream and I will leave you behind if you keep zoning out!" She tugged my sleeve again. I smiled and walked with her through the crowd and into the cold ice cream parlor.

(Pale City - Shattered Streets, Your POV - Flashback end)

I shook my head, so a forgotten memory then? I wonder where else I've been in this Pale City. And mostly what my name is or how I could get back home, would my family even recognize me after all this time? A cut across my left shoulder, a small but noticeable scar across my nose and under my eye. My hair looks nothing like my memories. Brushed and cared for, now Rugged and feral, hair care products aren't high on the list of wishlists in this city for kids.

I look like I've been through hell. Funny. I haven't gone through hell, I'm still in it.

I looked back at the bookstore, I'll need to go through the front and out the back if I want to get closer to the docks. After that, I'll need to set up a camp and watch for any boats. I'm not sure if the Ferryman can be found just wandering around but I'll take just about any way out of this city.

Until then. I'll need a base of operations to scope out areas I can safely scavenge in while keeping an eye out for any boats.

(Pale City - 5 Hours Later, Your POV)

Rain Tarp? Check. Bunking area? Check. Basic living room or at least what I could pull together? Check.

Alright well, now I need to get some kind of containers or maybe a small refrigerator and drag it here. There's a power cord in the corner, how convenient.

So, necessities are good, living area is good. Now all I need to do is see how this holds up in the long run against the rain- hang on a minute.

An idea struck me, what if I could just get drinking water from the sky? It's always raining anyway so it'd be an all you can drink uh, buffet? Is buffet the word? Regardless it's endless water. But how would I manage to make that? I could get some kind of container and have it fill with water over time...