Aliyah October 1, 2019
Six years, huh? Damn.
Six years since the revolt. Six years since he perished. Six years since...we were found.
It's been quite all right suppose. We found an abandoned gas station two days after we escaped. We've been here ever since. Evangeline, or Evan as we call her now, set up her own research-library thingy in a corner. Tomorrow built a Power Testing room in a closet. It's come in handy!
Then there's me.
While Evan searches for answers, any answers, and while Tomorrow cooks and cleans, I'm out making money and grocery shopping.
It's pretty fun from time to time. I've met cool people in the past six years. But I haven't been able to hang on to those friendships.
But most of the time people tend to stay away from me because of my scars and...all...that...
I've overheard people dub me as "Frankenstein" or "Sac Boy." I don't know where the second nickname comes from.
As you can imagine, the three of us have changed our physical appearances in order to "Blend in" as Evan calls it.
Evan wears a green eye contact to hide her one bright yellow eye. Her whole left side of her body is covered in pitch-blackness. She tends to wear long-sleeved shirts, gloves, makeup, and baggy pants whenever she goes Outside. However, Evan hasn't cut her hair, at least not yet. I don't blame her. Her hair is so fucking cool.
Tomorrow dyed her snowy white hair into a maroon-ish color. It goes well with her usual light blue eyes. She likes to wear overalls, combat boots, and a specific black baseball cap. Her self-esteem has gone up, too! God, I'm so proud of her.
The only thing that has changed about me is my hair, I guess. Tomorrow dyed my sandy blond hair pastel pink. Why? I wish I knew, too. But I just kinda stuck with it. I sometimes try to cover my scars with the makeup Evan has, but it's a waste of my time.
A thing we've learned along the way is our surroundings. We live in a place called Crestbrook, Illinois. It's a small town near Chicago, the Windy City. Tomorrow laughs at that nickname. She prefers the state's nickname: The Land of Lincoln, whoever that is.
One time when I was 17 and got money for the first time, I bought four walkie-talkies at some dollar store. I only needed three, but two came in one pack, so we have an extra one lying around somewhere. The three of us always carry a walkie-talkie with us when we go Outside, just in case something happens.
I always brag that I'm the "Outside Expert" because I go out the most. Tomorrow finds it funny while Evan finds it utterly annoying.
But enough blabbering. I just learned that word!
The digital clock beside my sleeping bag reads 4:48 a.m. currently. I have to be at my job at five. If I'm doing the math right, the walk to the café takes fifteen minutes. That should give me enough time to settle in.
I throw on a black short-sleeved shirt that's long enough to cover my shoulders, ripped-up jeans (that weren't bought in that state), brown mud-caked boots, and my cozy dark green jacket. I pick up a backpack sitting on a wooden chair and stash a walkie-talkie that's on the counter in it. I sling my small brown ripped-up backpack over my shoulder.
"Don't do anything stupid, Aliyah." Evan scolds from her desk across the gas station.
I roll my eyes as I step over a still-sleeping Tomorrow.
"I'll be back!" I call over my shoulder as I run out the glass-shattered doors.
Ever thought of how an immortal spends their day?
Probably not, but whatever.
I'm sure Lincoln does!
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Paranormal❝ When I woke up, I saw them. I remember their gray and yellow clothing. I remember their bright red hats. I remember their confused and shocked faces. ❝ I didn't blame them. ❝ But now I've told you my story. ❝ So please let me go. ❞ ~~~...
