The Arising: Our Community

Chapter 23

I woke up yawning, still tired from the long day yesterday. I closed my eyes again trying to go back to sleep but I can never get to sleep when it's light outside. I rubbed my eyes and slowly got out of bed, seeing Brooklyn dribbling as she slept. I walked up to the caravan door and opened it. I felt a strong cold wind blow across my face. As I stepped out as I started to shiver. I looked up at the sky and saw large grey clouds straight above us. I was going to start to rain soon. The winds were strong as well, it might be a storm. I rolled my sleeves down and went for a walk to the stables.

I walked into the stables and turned to see Nova. I reached my hand out to her and pat her head.

"How are you going buddy?" I said.

I gave Nova a bit of hay and walked back outside. As I left the stables I saw Wilson walking into the stables.

"Hey" Wilson said.

"Hey" I said nodding with my hands in my pockets.

"It looks like a storm is coming. You might want to get inside and try to keep your caravan heated" Wilson said.

"Same with you" I said.

I started to walk back to Claire's caravan. I had a dream last night. Ever since I woke up it's been stuck in my head. The dream was both good and bad at the same time. I had a dream about Hunter and Megan both holding hands walking down the road towards The New Order. I dreamt me sitting up in the watch tower and seeing them. I dreamt me running towards them and hugging them. It was a good dream because it felt like I was seeing them again, it was also bad because I know they weren't real.

I stopped in my tracks as I was walking back to Claire's caravan. I looked up towards the guard tower. I decided to go up to the top of the guard tower. So I climbed it. I looked out at the road, and just what I expected, there was nothing. Only the dead stumbling across the road. I sat down and rested my head on my hand that was pressing against the table. It felt like Wilson was different. I think everyone that was in that prison is different. They all went through a horrible event. Something that I had to go through a while back with Thomas. Being locked up didn't effect me traumatically. What effected me was my emotions growing from missing everyone back home so much.

As the wind started to get hard and colder I climbed down the guard tower and walked towards Claire's caravan. I walked in and saw everyone was now awake.

"Morning" I said.

"Morning" everyone said at the same time.

"If I was you, I wouldn't open this door, seems like there's a storm coming" I said.

They all nodded.

"Shit is it raining?" Claire asked.

Jemma looked at Claire confused about what her mother just said.

"Soon why?" I said.

"I left all of my artworks out there to dry last night" Claire said.

"You do art?" I asked.

"Yes I do. Could you please help me?" Claire asked.

"Sure" I said opening the caravan door an waiting for Claire to walk out.

"I'll stay here with Jemma" Brooklyn said.

I nodded and walked out with Claire. We walked over to her sort of backyard where all of her art were blowing in the wind. She touched them with her finger tips to see if they were dry and then she started to take them off.

"Just put them into this box" Claire said.

I started to take all of her artworks and put them into the box. The art was very colourful and strange.

"Do your artworks have any meanings to them" I asked.

"Well, Yeah actually. I put together all of the experiences I have gone through into small little details and add them all onto the artwork" Claire said.

"Oh ok. That's cool" I said.

Soon we had finished putting them into the box and we both walked back inside.

"Thank you" Claire told me.

"Anytime" I said.

Someone knocked on the caravan door. I was closer to the door so I opened it. Finn was at the door. Leaning against the door frame.

"Oh hey Sam. I was wondering if you wanting to come over for a quick breakfast. Just you and I. So what do you say?" Finn said.

I stood there thinking about it for a while but I thought why not.

"Ok, when?" I asked.

"Right now" Finn said.

"Ok" I said grabbing my coat.

I waved goodbye to everyone and Finn and I both walked to his house. Like Zabi's he had an actually house instead of a caravan. We walked inside. It stunk of marijuana and mouldy food.

"Welcome. What do you think?" He said.

I walked in and said nothing.

"I know you are a bit angry at me, but let's get on better terms shall we?" he said putting his hand out.

I took his hand and shook it.

"Good. Now have a sit down, I'll get breakfast read" he said.

I sat down. The chair sounded very wonky and louse. I stood up and walked around the house. I walked into the lounge room where I saw a picture of our mum with a fake moustache drawn over her, and my face was completely drawn over. I continued looking around. I found his bedroom. It was messy and stunk even more then the whole house. I sat down on the bed and looked around the room looking at all the posters. He had a Beetles and The Doors posters up with an electric guitar leaning against the wall.

I put my legs back a bit and I pushed something. I looked under the bed and found a familiar looking black coat. I unfolded it and looked at it. That's when I realised. This was the same coat that, that person was wearing who tried to kidnap Jemma.