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Chapter Five: This Concept is New
Connie awoke to the feeling of her cat rubbing her face against hers. The cat knew it couldn't get out unless it woke up its master to open the door.
"Good morning Meesha, sleep well?" she asked her cat amused, knowing full well she wouldn't get an answer. Meesha meowed to her name and turned to face the door, before looking back, her way of saying 'let me out of here'. Connie laughed at the thought, before getting up and walking towards the door, and opening it. Her cat ran out, probably to go eat any scrap of food that was left in her bowl.
Connie shut the door and locked it again before heading to her dresser to get a set of clothes for the day. She pulled out a white top, and a pair of beige pants. While putting her top on, she hopped to the window, trying to put her pants on as well. When she had them on she looked out the window.
It was fairly early, and the morning looked so peaceful with no clouds, there was a slight fog that would clear when the sun came out more, and the grass was covered in droplets of water doo from the rain and morning cold. Opening her window slightly, she took in a big breath of the fresh air. This was another bonus to living far away from people, the air was much cleaner, and with the woods close to where she lived it just added to the whole thing with its beautiful view and ability to clean the air.
Shutting her window then, and locking it, she went over to her pillow and pulled out her knife again, before putting it in her pants once again. It was a weird routine she lived by, even if she lived far away from civilization. Heading to the door she unlocked it and headed for the stairs.
Descending the stairs, she thought of Altair; he would be leaving today and the thought worried her slightly, she didn't know why though. She didn't mind the company, it was just, he came out of nowhere and didn't even know himself how he got here, not to mention she didn't trust him at all. Also finding him with all those weapons added to it, she knew she should be weary of him, and she was.
Thing was, she wasn't prepared for anything like this to happen, and it annoyed her for she always wanted to be prepared for anything, all the way down to there being a zombie apocalypse. If that ever happened of course, which isn't likely.
But an unknown man staying in her house? How did she not think of that one? Oh yeah, she wouldn't have let him in to begin with.
With a sigh, Connie reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes turned towards the discarded items at the bottom of it. She huffed and began to put it all away. She grabbed the pillow and blanket and went to the nearest hamper to throw them in, before heading back to put the heater in a nearby closet. She then picked up her other knife that Altair threw, and tucked it in her pocket.
With that out of the way, she headed to the kitchen to make herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast. It seemed that today the power was finally back on, and she was happy because she knew her generator wouldn't have held up any longer.
She made her customary bowl of corn flakes, and sat on a stool at her counter. Her thoughts drifted to Altair. Maybe she should let him stay longer, it looked like he was rather lost, and she knew he had no means of transportation, and kicking him out seemed so...wrong. But maybe she could drive him to a place he knew? Or maybe just bring him to a bus station?
Connie huffed, she didn't know what to do, and it was getting annoying thinking about it, maybe she should just kick him out and be done with it. She felt something hot on her chest then, and looked down. It was her necklace. Now it was starting to get on her nerves too, with it getting cold and hot at random times, its metal, its suppose to stay the temperature of whatever was near it, not heat up on its own and freak her out.
