When Will I See You Again.

Setting Out.

"Virus?" I question. The man stalls. Staring at me with confusion.
      "Ya don't know?" He asks with a concerned tone in his voice.
      "What are you talking about?" I say...
He stares at me for a bit longer before answering.
      "Well, a f'w weeks aft'r the meter'r hit, d'rkness fell an' spread a v'rus."
      "And what does said virus do?" I ask, emotionlessly, although I'm actually very curious if not concerned.
      "It g'ves a p'rson zombie-like q'lites." He says along with something under his breath in a language I can barley make out. "Not dead, b't i wou'dn't s'y livin' either."
      "Lovely." The man hands me a small package... Granola? Now that I think about it, I probably haven't eaten anything in the entire time I've been out... And I'm starving. I open it up and eat it quickly. It's bland. Barely any taste. Oh, well. "Thank you... If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" The man doesn't respond for a few minutes until he finally, quietly says
      "Berwald."

      Then it dawns on me. The others. My family. Where are they?
      "Where are the others?" I suddenly snap. He actually kinda looks scared.
      "W-what do ya me'n?" He asks with his voice wavering.
      "I wasn't alone in that building. I know I wasn't." I say hastily.
      "T-th're w'sn't anyone els' when we found ya..."
      Damnit. They must've not been able to find me under the rubble, and left. Either that or they were taken by someone else.
      "The onl' oth'r person we found went to a sh'lt'r somewh're else..." The brunet man added meekly.
      "Who was it. What did they look like. Where were they taken?" I blurt out questions quickly, but the more I talk, the quieter the tone in my voice.
      "Silver hair" was all the man had to say before I knew exactly who it was. Iceland. "He w's pretty bust'd up though..." He added.
      "Supplies." I 'asked', although it was more like a demand.
      "Wh't?"
       "Supplies. I need them. I'm leaving."
        "W-where ya' goin'"
        "Wherever they took the silver haired man, so you'd better speak up." I wanted to grab the mans collar and pull him in close so I could intimidate him, but my reasoning said it would be a terrible idea to start such a riot in this place.
      "Uh... Sure, okay. Th'y took th' silver to Danmark, b't w'th the wat'r risin up l'ke it was... He m'ght've ended up 'n east'rn Sverige. And with th' supplies... Th'res not much I c'n give ya'."
      "Just give me whatever you're willing to give me." The man walks off, leaving me alone by my bed. Everyone else around me is unconscious so I didn't make too much of a scene.
A few minutes later, the man comes back, holding a satchel. It's tan leather is beaten down, worn, and dirty but besides that, it's in perfect condition. He hands it to me and I look through it.

•Compass.
•Ration cards.
•Three... And a half granola bars.
•Half-empty water.
•Bandana and...
•*Old fashioned aerial goggles?

      "Thank you. I will forever remember your kindness, but why is there a bandana and goggles in here?" I fold the blanket from my bed and put it in the satchel.
      "Ash 'n the air... Uhm..."
      "What is it?"
      "Ya heal' mighty quick f'r th' w'unds th't ya had..."
      At this, I don't answer him. I thank him again and tie the bandana around my mouth and nose and slip the goggles over my eyes. All I was protected by was the head gear, a light jacket and button up shirt. Blue jeans, and formal shoes. Not the best apocalyptic clothes, but you get what you get. I head towards the only exit there is and once outside, I stop dead in my tracks.

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*aerial goggles like the ones Amelia Earhart wore. When planes first became a thing and they didn't have covers over the cock-pit.

Anyway, I hope you all liked this chapter. I know it was a long one.