Chapter Three: The Address

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I continue to walk and search for the street called "Sycamore White", but so far I haven't found any buildings, street names other than crops of wheat after I got here 10 minutes ago by taking the bus for 30 minutes to the destination where I'm heading but the bus driver wouldn't let me take the bus there and I was the only passenger left that didn't get off. I didn't know the Address was so far away the last time I look at the Goofle Map. I thought the address was close but then it got strange. I took the bus since it was cheaper than I thought it would be 10 Curen each for a ticket. The map of the address from my phone suddenly got farther and farther away leading me out to the city.

The bus driver didn't want to drive any further than the Miller Stop, where the road cuts off there and kicking me out in the middle of nowhere where all I could see is more wheat farm in a hot bright sunny day, good thing I brought a traditional sun hat, and didn't charge me the ticket as he gave me 100 Curen in exchange of getting him out of there. I agreed and he drives off hurriedly back to the city. I tried to look for a farmer to ask where the address is but there was no one, like there was no one at all and there should be animals like goats, cows or sheep here but strangely there's nothing at all as I continue to walk and into the forest.

I stopped walking and look at my phone to check the Goofle Map again to confirm where I am, and the red mark points that I am here. I look around again but all I see is trees, trees, and sounds that animals don't make. This where my phone gets deeply bad reception. Supposedly, I trust my gut more than anything else but I didn't feel anything bad is going to happen and,

I don't want to come home empty-handed even if I have a home, I strive to search and apply for the job! I don't want to give up just yet!

Feeling with determination overwhelms my body I continue to search for 5 minutes and suddenly the forest was now covered in murky fog. I proceed and could see something metal across me. I speed walk on my there and the metal things were more a torn-up sign that says:

 Welcome to the Sycamore White Street

As soon as I saw it, I felt this overwhelming feeling of happiness and relief that I finally found it. There is a huge open black gate in front of me but it looks like it was run down by a truck or something big. I ignored it as the gust of wind flying my traditional sun hat away and swaying my white dress. I quickly grab my dress down covering my part but I looked back to see if my hat didn't fly far away. But, I didn't see it anywhere.

I'll come back to look for it.

I walked past the gate and see the thick fog strangely stop here by the gate and I could see again but the weather was very cloudy and likely about to rain. I was a little bit shocked because not of the sudden weather but there were many tall buildings just like ones from the city but more ancient, eerie looking and some of the buildings just falls apart and deteriorated like the ones I pictured from when there's a zombie apocalypse or after the war. I tried to shout "Hello!" if anyone was living here but there were none. I continue to walk down passing the run-down buildings as I look at the doors with numbers on it. After recognizing it, I quickly grab my phone and open the gallery and look at the screenshot that I took last night from the social page. It says #2602, the ones I saw were #2598 it means I'm close.

I speed walk to see 2 buildings away and saw the house with the Number 2602 carved on the mailbox, and see that the black house is actually pretty big and majestic and clean also from the outside here.

 I speed walk to see 2 buildings away and saw the house with the Number 2602 carved on the mailbox, and see that the black house is actually pretty big and majestic and clean also from the outside here

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