My feet drag against the gravel road with exhaustion. The souls of my shoes were beginning to rip off. Every-time I put one foot after the other, the souls of shoe would slightly come off some and make this squeaking noise. Which was extremely annoying and it just makes me have this horrid headache.
I could hear multiple voices in my head. Which were Yammi, Ollie, and Seb. I believe that they were arguing about something, but I wasn't sure what about. You know when people whisper, but they're mad so they like whisper, but also yell? That was how they were arguing.
I let out a long sigh. "What you guys gripping about now?" Then I heard Ollie groan in frustration. "None of your business Ace." Seb then intervened. "We're just doing are normal duties of trying to figure out how to make sure your safe, healthy, and happy. Like right now we're worried about you making your feet bleed because you've worn those shoes for like a year and you've walked in them like at least 8 hours a day. Now your shoes are ripping apart. So, we need to get you some decent new shoes."
I couldn't see Yammi at this moment, yet I could tell that she was nodding her head in agreement to what Seb had said. "Yeah fine, I'll go check out one of these stores for some new shoes, so that you'll all stop trying to mother me." I spoke as I walked to the nearest clothing store.
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Types
Narrativa generaleIn this world, your blood type could be the death of you. Radiation has taken over the country and there is little to none survivors anymore. If the radiation didn't kill you off then you had Pikes to worry about. Type A's were the first to be kille...
