𝕔:\𝔽𝕀𝕃𝔼_ℕ𝕆𝕋_𝔽𝕆𝕌ℕ𝔻.𝔼𝕏𝔼 ～ 𝘔𝘳. 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵

07 - Sm4ll_T4lks.tex

"ELLIOT! Snap out of your thoughts!" Darlene exclaims and I jerk straight up, looking at her with alarm.

"Who the f!@# is Jayden Knowles?!" She questions loudly and I clench my jaw. I continue to glare at her with rage. I put the hood of my jacket over my head, Jayden had given it back to me after we got loose from the ropes here.

"I can't trust her till you tell me who she really is Elliot," She says and I roll my eyes. "Keep being the stubborn person you are. Can't you just trust me for once?" I question and sigh.

I stuff my hands in my pocket and huff lowly, walking away from my sister and making my way to... wherever the f!@# I end up.

I need to clear my mind, I need to get everything straight. Darlene is putting doubts in my head... doubts that are not rationally possible to happen.

Jayden is great. She's amazing and talented and I don't need someone telling me that they have trust issues with her being around.

Screw my sister.

I walk towards the exit of this underground bunker. It's the first time since I've got here that I've got a good look at the place. I asked a few people about how to go to a certain place, it's a maze down here.

I end up at the bunker's main door, opening it then climbing up and out. I have to get some time alone, walking about the empty and silent city streets.

I have to think things through, before shit goes down.

*****

It's eerie, no doubt. There's no one here other than me, anything could happen. I don't even know which part of the city I'm in.

I take my phone out, something Jayden and I bought at that broken store just in case we wanted to contact someone. We didn't realise how screwed up the world is. I check for any signal.

Nothing. There's not a single bar.

I want to use my GPS to see where I am but turns out that's not going to happen. How are we supposed to fix this blast-to-the-past situation without any signals around?

I guess we have to go back to the early days and use their ways of solving issues like these.

You'd think life was so easy, so simple back then but after being exposed, and perhaps brainwashed with today's gadgets and life-easers, without technology and the wonders of it, life was actually quite hard.

And me being a techie doesn't help at all.

I walk down the lonely brick sidewalk, glancing at the houses where curtains are pulled to a close, doors are bolted shut and no cars stand on the road. Everyone's made a run for it, or just parked their cars inside their garages so no one would steal them.

This street... I've come here before. I'm walking on it again, that means that the bunker is close by. I'm almost home-

Is it really home? I've just been there for an hour or two, is it alright to already call it home? What defines the word home for us? It's definitely subjective, the level of advertising and movie influences doesn't help to find a definition for that word... 'Home'.