The Outsider (Original Version)

Chapter 6- Secrets Of A Town

The rest of yesterday was just Tucker and I playing around with the kids in the park.

If I'm going to be completely honest, it was really fun to do.

My heart is screaming not to screw this up, and my mind does the same.

I hope I don't.

My green zip up shirt is pulled over my shoulders and I head outside.

Tucker had something he had to do today, so I'm going to explore the town a bit, not wanting to go through the house again.

The town, though seeming big, isn't actually that big.

There are a few houses, apartments, and some shops.

That really about it.

Then the large farming building catches my eye.

I wonder what's at the top.

The top looks as if it could hold more dirt, but it doesn't seem like there is a way to get there from where I stand.

"Let's go in then." I say to myself.

I walk in and see no one here.

I don't really understand why, the smell of a green house is one of the best smells in the world.

A ladder at the back of the room leads up to the other four floors, but from here I can tell is stops at the fourth, not going up to what I think is a fifth.

A small shack on the first floor, where potatoes grow, catches my eye.

It goes right up to the roof of this floor and the next, and the next, you get the point.

My feet carry me over to the shack, careful not to step on any of the growing potatoes.

The door is obviously locked, but when I walk up to it a red lazer points itself at my eye, scanning it.

"Entrance granted." It sound, the door opening.

"Why would a scanner locked door I've never been to open when I stand in front of it?" I ask, walking inside.

A ladder goes all the way up to the top, so I climb it.

The wood hurts my hands slightly, considering the splinters poke out everywhere.

Who built this stupid thing?

The hatch is closed with what I assume is a trapdoor.

Luckily for me its not locked.

I push it open and pull myself up, feeling, grass beneath my hands.

Once I'm finally standing I see exactly where I am.

The roof of the greenhouse.

The dome is super close that if someone was to hold me up, I could have touched it.

That's when I see it.

Through the glass, the open world.

A pang goes through me.

For some reason, I miss it.

I miss the rain, the sun, the snow, the monsters that would keep me alert.

Something inside me misses it.

From the side of the greenhouse I can just touch the glass, pressing my hand against it.