The chosen [Niall Horan]

Chapter 22

The village is larger then I thought it would be. Jackson shows me around, guiding me down the narrow sidewalks that replace the roads, down alleyways and around corners. He shows me where the grocery store is and explains that we won't need to pay for anything here, simply take what you need. Next is a small stone white building with a red sign the reads "threads and stitches".

"This is where you can get some new clothes if you run out or for any reason need something new. Runners, jacket anything. It's all in here."

I nod my head in response as we continue our walk, my feet scuffing slightly on the  pavement.  We walk for a few minutes until we come to a large black building, with Windows surrounding the outer walls, making the inside visible.

"This is the leisure centre. There's a schedule put up once a week saying what activities will be held here. Everything from film nights  to sporting games. It'll give you a chance to get to know the other chosen better and see some of the ones that you already know" he smiles as he's speaking, and I can tell that he's hopping that this is exactly what il do. Come to these soccer games and go dance with the others, but he knows that that's not what u want, so he brushes it off lightly while grumbling under his breath.

I run ahead now, trying to make him smile. Because even though I would never say it out loud, having him here makes this whole thing a lot easier. Having someone familiar that I can trust.

I can hear him laugh from behind me, the noise being followed with the sound of feet hitting concrete. He catches up to me and continues on, leading the way, we match pace as we run to the next location. The gym.

We arrive in a few moments, the scale of it both shocking and intriguing me. It's massive. A tall and thin steel building with tinted windows that reflect the light, much like the ones from the complex. Making it so that from the inside you can see out but not the other way around. It's geometric shape is both confusing and extremely interesting,

"Whoa, you're finally showing interest in something here" he responds with a sly smile.

"No no, it's all quite beautiful. This ones just so.... Interesting. It's hard to imagine how the inside would look with all the sharp turns and slanting walls." I reply, never taking my eyes off of it.

"Well you'll see tomorrow, this is where you'll train. Monday to Friday from 7am to 10am."

He snaps me from my thoughts as he pulls me along, going more into the centre of the village, so far we,be done the outer edge.

This area look different, still very modern and industrial, however the buildings are small and huddled together. Very different from the large building that took a few minutes to get to.

We walk down a couple small alleys, past little restaurants and cafés. I see a few shops selling different home Devore items and make a mental note to come back here later, after I see the house.

"This is known as middle town, because it's situated right in the middle of the village. Pretty easy to remember" he says. "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything yet." Jackson notices.

"Yeah...I'm a little peckish I guess" I respond, pulling on my green military style jacket, trying to keep myself warm.

He looks up and down the alley, his eyes searching for something in particular. He finally seems to find it and walks away from me, in the direction of a small coffee shop. I follow him in.

My senses are automatically taken over by the strong scent of pumpkin and cinnamon filling the air. The deep red of the walls compliments the burnt orange counter top. A small list of beverages and food is written down in chalk on a blackboard, a large pumpkin drawn beside it. All of a sudden it hits me, it's already the end of October. Nearly winter.