I laid down in my very uncomfortable sleeping bag. You would think after a month of sleeping here I would be used to it by now. That was the opposite of what I was feeling this sleeping bag was just as uncomfortable as the tent. Some find this padded bag warm but it shouldn't be consistently used in place of a bed in my opinion. Oh, the things I would trade to be able to sleep on my comfy bed at home. I have been thinking about home a lot. Not like I had anything better to do. I was stuck in a tent, given three square meals daily and I only step out when I want to shower. I haven't even been to the old building since the first time and I don't intend on making such long trips to see a house. Being left on my own has given me enough time to think. I still haven't figured out how I got here or what I would to get back. I am as clueless as I was one the first day I got to Charlaedon. Nobody had answers for me, I didn't have answers for myself. We were all sailing the boat of cluelessne

“ Isn't your governor doing anything about the incidents? I'm guessing a lot of things have been destroyed. From the way, you people basically abandoned your home to live on the top of a cliff I'm guessing it's pretty serious. Having one governor should rather be an advantage for you guys. He should have done something but instead of you guys rallying around to save yourselves. And the whole war thingy is still confusing, nothing has happened since I arrived here. Just running and no casualties.” I said, rubbing my throat. Suddenly, I wished I hadn't drank all the water at one go. I get uneasy when I'm parched. “ Governor Roan? We have reasons to believe so”Rolling my eyes, I face-palmed at his response. The amount of faith they had in that guy was a little too much.“ What exactly has he done? His people can't be suffering and he's watching from wherever he is. Shouldn't you guys{The northerners} have the upper hand because

“ I sent Sloane to deliver this letter to you. Some supplies will be sent to you soon, that way you wouldn't have to leave where you are. It has come to my attention that you still make regular visits to that building and I want it to stop immediately. There is no reason for you to risk your life just to behold a house -”“ That's easy for him to say” Adrian mumbled, interrupting his sister's reading. She shot him a look to stop talking but he ignored and continued speaking. “ He just sends supplies and occasional letters and expects us to stay here forever. All we do around here is to remain locked up in a tent. That is way too depressing. Not everyone is like Zoa, some of us want to know that people are alive. That is not just an ordinary building but our home, it's not fair.” He broke down into gentle sobs, sniffling. Dera tossed the letter aside and flung her arms around him pulling him into a forceful hug. I glanced around

I watched from a distance as Adrian was comfortable in his position while I suffered from exhaustion. It should be me being given a piggyback ride. In all fairness, he is the one who might need medical attention not me. Probably, the reason his brother chose to carry him while the rest of us walked. I was losing the few pounds I didn't even have enough of. We were on our way to a hospital for Adrian. Somehow, it felt like the nearest one was miles and miles and miles away. It was forever to get there. We walked past a lot of junkyards, which I was told wasn't originally a junkyard. Sadly, it had been reduced to pieces of metal, scraps of steel, bits of wood.  “ Aren't we there yet?” I asked wearily, pausing in my tracks.   “ Nope we'll get there soon”     “ You said that about 30 minutes ago” I reminded Aghan, crossing my arms. Surely our definitions of soon must be extremely diffe

“ I think there's some flour at the back. Can you go check the storage room?” Adrian asked of Balmoh.“ Sure, there's a key there right?” He nodded answering himself, heading to do as his brother had requested.“ So, who owns this bakery?” I muttered my question aloud. I woke up earlier than I usually did, thanks to Dera's shrieks of excitement. Dragging me along with them, we came to a locked bakery. They had the keys and got in without any problems. When I tried asking what we were doing here, Aghan responded rather cryptically. For all I know, our presence here involved what our donations towards the food bank will be. Nothing more, nothing less. How helpful.“ It belonged to our parents and now we own it,” Dera answered cheerfully, still excited.Meanwhile, I was rooted to the spot, frozen in shock. This was the first time I heard any of them talk about their parents. I was starting to think they didn't