The Receiver

Freedom

That night as I fled the dwelling after the sky turned dark it was still incredible dangerous because some of the work crews. We're still about.

Wondering if Amelia came or if she get caught finally saw her coming.

Afterwards we moved stealthy and silently, staying in the shadows making our way past the dwellings and empty central plaza, toward the river.

Beyond the plaza I could see the house of old but we couldn't stop there. Holding hands we continued onwards

We was now at the bridge hunched over on the bicycle pedaling stealthily, I could see water far below.

I felt no fear or any regret knowing Amelia came leaving the community behind hoping we could start new.

It happened this raving meal, the family unit was eating together as always; Lily chattering away, mother and father making their customary comments, I couldn't help but wondering how Amelia was doing and how she holding up.

As we reached the opposite side of the river stopped briefly, as we looked back the community where our entire life had been lived lay behind us, sleeping.

At dawn the orderly disciplined life I had always known would continue again, without him. The life where nothing was ever unexpected or inconvenient or unusual.

The life without color,pain or past

It was not safe to spend time looking back, the amount of rules we broken we be condemned.

First we left the dwelling, robbed the community of food; even though Amelia looked concerned.

I knew that he had the remaining hours of night before they would be aware of our escape. So I rode hard, steadily.

Their was no time to receive the memories I and giver relied on what he had, and hoped it would be enough.

Circling the outlying communities, their dwellings dark. Gradually the distance between communities widened with longer stretches of empty road, at first my legs ached then numb but Amelia kept reinsuring him which made me keep going.

We were in a isolated place; fields on either side of the road were dotted with thickets of trees here and there, their was a stream and made out across a bumpy meadow.

Amelia has just gotten color and still getting used to it asking questions and looking around amused with a huge smile. Looking up at the blue sky with white puffy clouds.

Finally they stopped and took a breather eating their morning meal chatting like any day. But somehow it felt different with just us two alone, I tried to bring it up but Amelia told me to wait just a little longer until we were in the clear. Almost reading my mind.

Being so close to her made my heart starting beating loudly and swallowing food hard, I wonder if she could hear it as I looked over, with her not noticing my gaze.

Afterwards with the wind we decided to set up camp for tonight with us huddle together almost cuddling as I told her about more happy memories before long I looked over and she was already fast asleep leaning against my shoulder.

As I wondered if I ever feel asleep taking deep breaths to calm down, tiredness from earlier came and swiftly slept.

The most terrifying thing was planes, by now days having past and me and Amelia got closer with her showing more emotions then when she was in the community. She was still cheerful though, lighting the mood. She quickly caught on even wondering if we could catch fish. Or late at night hugging me to keep warm.

I wondered if these feelings were always there or just recently.

As we continued on the landscapes changed it was subtle change, the road was narrower and bumpy, no longer tending to road crews. Harder to balance on the bike, with Amelia scraping her knee once which worried me but she just smiled.

One day a a tie of birds flew in the sky skating overhead calling. There was deer on the road once.

Now relying on fish she got into the pond and start reaching her hands out as I started a fight, the weather was less brutal now which things easier.

After weeks and months of traveling we finally saw a farm house in the distance realizing this was our forever home we couldn't but help but smile. Holding each other in each other arms kissing her forehead, suddenly looking up at me, with hope I leaned and kissed her for the first time. Wondering what the future would hold or if we find any survivors?

Some nights I still think about my family or more specifically Lily I hope she okay and not to mad at me..

(I hope everyone liked this story I sure did; some of it I made up then other part of it, is in the book, I hope you enjoy my take on it. If you find any Grammar or Errors in my writing let me know so I can fix them. Also I will be writing a second book purely based on my own writing which will be more adventure packed. So look forward to it!)