Chapter 5: S. C. P.

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I took a deep breath as I cautiously hop through suspiciously placed barbed wires and weirdly lit candles: I think it is supposed to keep out Dominator, although I seriously think that it won't be bothered to pretend to be scared. I looked down when I felt smooth, silk like things, but they are no ordinary things, they are the legendary and one and only "Sand of Heaven", or SoH as I like it. The children had constantly been chatting about how awesome it must have been like walking on those smooth and unbelievably soft sand. I wasn't too interested then as what i know about "sand" is just some annoying little pellets that goes in your shoes every time I go on a walk on the beach. Anyways, I looked up, a thousand round little huts stood in front of me. They are pure white, reassembling what looks like a laboratory.

I meandered for a while and set foot in front of a more vast hut, or should I say house, that is etched with the sign holding the words "Boot Camp". It's kinda sus but whatever, I stepped in. 

There were equipments, equipments of all sorts: dumbbells, yoga mats, cardio and resistance exercise etc. Amongst the ginormous crowd of men and women, I found a guy who is proud, strong and no doubt determined. I was ready for when I had to accept the fate that they aren't here anymore. But I was wrong. My dad is here. Looking as tough as a human can possibly be. "This is it!" I thought, "This is where they all are!" I can't help but make out a large grin.

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