The 11th Generation

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

     We land in the United States by morning time. The sun is just rising flooding the sky with colors of pink, orange and yellow, the view from the clouds is absolutely breathtaking. I haven't this feeling of peace and serenity like this in a very long time. The plane lands in a field with tall green grass just a couple miles from the Nation, it's not going to be a long walk. My knee is healing fine, all the rest on the plane helped a lot. The field outside the wall is beautiful, the fresh air, the grass is long and bright green, pink flowers even grew along the field, I can't help but pick one out of the ground. I take a deep inhale, the smell can make me forget everything in this moment, all the troubles that are going on, it's almost as if I'm in a new and completely different world.

     "There it is," I point at the so called indestructible wall forcing a Nation of people inside its walls, prisoners to leaders who are nothing but corrupt, manipulative liars.

    Salix sighs. "What should we do first?"

     "We have to build an army," I begin, "we need to find people we can trust. From there we tell them to gather more people until we have enough to go against and stop Carter and them."

     Salix and Nicholas don't disagree and nod along to my plan. We keep moving, I know I should keep my head up and watch for who knows what Carter has sent out for us. My thoughts trail off and I begin to think of people I can trust, I'm not sure what side Ramona in on anymore considering she gave me concussion and nearly killed me. Then Mrs. Fisher's daughter who answered the door pops into my head. I know she's on the right side, her parents both died to protect the map, to protect my father, to protect me. I start biting at my nails, my annoying nervous habit. The skin around my fingernails are raw and broken from my teeth. I catch Salix attention, he looks down at me, worried. His face crinkles and his eyebrows press down causing his eyes to squint, he looks mad, but I know he's just thinking of the impossible. I wonder what his definition of impossible is at the moment. Us winning, or us losing.

     I'm glad I have Salix by my side helping me fight this battle, after losing nearly everyone I love it's hard to think of what type of will I would have to continue. Salix pushes me to continue, I'm doing this for him, for us, for the greater good. Sometimes all you need is a good friend to egg you on and to make you believe in things you normally wouldn't believe in. It makes me think of Ramona and how she was on of my very first friends and she was my only girlfriends. I think of her perfect wide smile, and how nice she was to me when normally people don't give me the time of day. She looks like one of the girls who know they're so attractive so they don't give normal looking people like me the time of day. She did, she gave me all the time in the day, asked me questions and genuinely cared about what I thought. Sometimes I think about how nice she is, too nice for a world like this. Ramona was corrupted I don't know how they got her, but I can't believe she turned on me the way she did. I wonder if Tucker had changed what sector she was suppose to be in like how he stripped me of Wisdom leadership. Why was I even chosen? I think again. I'm glad Tucker changed my result, without protection sector I never would've met Salix, or Ramona, or Felix. I wonder where Felix was, where everyone was, or even what the city looks like. I imagine it semi-destroyed with pictures of Tucker, Liam, Carter and Frederick all over the place with the caption we're watching you underneath their faces. Something dictatorial.

     We reach the outside of the wall, I slid my hands over the hot steel material it's made of. I strangely missed it, the wall, the sectors, the Nation. I close my eyes my injured arm still to my side, my other arm letting loose as I skip in the open field along the wall, the grass coming up to my thighs. I look up at the sun beating down on me, it's much warmer here than Russia.