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Alva  pov

It was afternoon here, in the village, cesar wanted to try to take me on a walk to help me remember . Once again, we were both stress about it, we walk into the outside area of the redwoods than we got far outside of the village. I saw there was leave, vines covered rv trailer that looked abandon i thought as i got closer. As i walked over, i started to walk away from cesar and i walked to rv, it was old. Rain on, plants had grown over the rv as i study it and i put my hand as it .

I felt a sharp of a flashback started to form, i felt a flashback coming back

~~~~ flashback starts

I was running through the city, 7 days ago since the news of the apes escaping and there was a outbreak. Called simian flu, everyone was freaking out, running or there was people mugging stores or abandon homes. I thought as i smell the city filled with smoke of the burning building, thanks to the panic of the worries of people. But really we did to ourselves, i thought as i ran down the city streets and city sidewalks of the great city called san Francisco.

I thought as i heard screams, cries from people as i made into the town part of the city. I saw, there was family home, they were not home but someone was mugging their house. I saw the rv, i took the moment i ran to the rv and the door was open i ran side there was at the wheel of the rv. Was keys i quickly started and drove out of the driveway and down the street than slowly. Than finally cross the bridge that was half fire and kept driving until i got the redwoods, where i hid the rv within the woods. Last thing i remember was crying

~~~~ flashback ends

~~~~ cesar pov

When she walked to rv and placed her hand on the rv she started to have flashback i could . tell by her eyes, because of eyes told me that she wasn't here anymore she was in another world far away. I saw in the moment, as i watch her and she started to cry and she came back to the world and to me. I just walked over to her, i held her within my arms, i comfort her as she came back from her flashback. Slowly she was coming back to me.

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