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My feet and butt were numb. I stood up to recirculate the blood through my body. Oliver didn't bother lecturing me this time. Maybe he felt like getting out of this damn van too. Tramp looked up at me from his seat. "Have you never travelled this long before?"
I answered his inquiry with, "No. Have you?"
He forcefully gave a smile. "I've spent 2 weeks tied up against the railing of a boat once. I was also fed only a piece of bread daily during that time..."
My eyes widened while my pupils shrank. Now that I think of it, I barely know anyone. I'm oblivious to what they've been through. Their pain. Personal Lives. Beliefs. And also to why they joined The Chaos Insurgency to begin with.
"...that's intense," I said sympathetically.
"Eh, doing stuff takes my mind off of it. Doesn't stop the trauma I went through though."
"Why are you so open about this?" I looked down at him for a response. He closed his eyes and smiled a bit before turning towards me again.
"We're a team Marc. Your better off knowing your teammates and their experiences then know nothing. It helps, trust me."
"I'll take your word at it..."
He gave me a thumbs up and smiled. I forced one back, not expecting this conversation. Gabriella and Ben were shocked too. Oliver just did an awkward grin while repeatedly looking left and right. The scary guys eyes widened only to shrug it off straight after. Screeeeeeech. Poomp. The van came to a sudden halt. Blinding lights broke in from the opening and kept expanding in size. A humanoid silhouette was visible from the outside. Adjusting, I could slightly recognise who it is.
"We have arrived at your destination. I hope you enjoyed your stay at the comfy back~" Kyle Flecker mocked us. We all gave him an unamused look.
"Ha! You should see your faces"
He moved a little to the side and directed his left hand out to the distance. One by one we slowly walked out. The second my feet touched the ground, pins and needles shot through my legs like I've just been injected with multiple syringes. While pacing around to eradicate the horrid feeling, Kyle just leaned up against the van with his arms crossed.
After we all finished stretching, Kyle pointed to the overgrown forest. Devoured by plants was a rusty old '50' sign that no longer stood in the ground but rather relied entirely on the vines that twirled around it's metal lower part. "We have to go through here"
"Is this a joke? There's just bush out there for miles!?," Gabby pointed her hand and index finger towards the unknown.
"You may think that..." He walked over to the sign. We watched him, not knowing what will happen next. He placed both of his hands on the triangular upper part - struggling a bit from the rust - he turned it around. Everybody's mouth dropped.
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