I woke to the sound of Cordell's voice. "Necole! Get up! C'mon!" I bolt up, thinking something was wrong. There was a little light coming through the window. Cordell was standing against the doorframe. "We should probably get going, before they find us. Plus," He held up a small foil package. "Breakfast."
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We leave the house just as we entered it, minus some of the food that was, surprisingly, still edible. A short time walking, we approach a large, many laned road, signs saying 'North to Seattle' and 'South to Oregon City' "Let's go that way. I remember learning about 'Seattle'. Maybe we can find a way through to what's left of the real world."
"But what if the officers see us? They will kill us!" Cordell insisted
"Then we'll just not let them catch us, won't we?" He frowned at me, but we continued north.
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The road was very eroded and cracked. I could see faint lines of paint separated the road. It was a strange feeling, knowing that my ancestors had once driven their old gas-powered cars where we were walking. It was an epiphany. This was where thousands of people commuted to get to their work, their home, their families. Canada ruined that. They came and just took over normal lives.
