Kenya's POV
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Now we walk.
Now we walk til we find something.
Something that fulfills our everlasting need for fresh air.
Hour 1
We starting walking. My toes aren't aching yet and the stars look beautiful. It's odd not seeing the moon
Hour 2
I think maybe my pinky toe is getting a little irritated, but besides that, I'm am enjoying this. It's beautiful out here
Hour 3
I puked. Not sure why. Maybe I'm out of shape? Maybe it was because I ate a raw rat? No idea, but Cynthia held my hair back. She's a great friend.
Hour 4
My backpack is starting to feel like a thousand pounds. My feet feel fine. The puke in my hair is starting to not bother me.
Hour 5
Me and Cynthia are both tired (energy wise) so I think we will set up the tent and sleep.
It's the morning now. I don't feel much different. I feel rested. That's about it.
Time to start walking again.
Hour 6
I feel good. The stars are beautiful and my hair is tied back. No puke smell.
Hour 7
We can see a building!! It looks big! Maybe people?
Hour 8
Cynthia needs to pee. We stopped at the nearest gas station. This gas station doesn't look like it much business in the past, since it's literally in the middle of nowhere.
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Short chapter! I know! But trust, this ending is happening soon, and you will love it. Or you'll hate it. No in between.
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Teen Fiction17 year old Kenya James always thought her life would be normal. She's overall very smart and had her life planned from beginning to end. At least she thought. All her plans become corrupted when the sun goes out. Now her only focus is to survive. (...
