Nowhere to go
2031
Jason
I have been trying to get an orientation to find my neighborhood. Everything appears to look the same under the dark gray clouds looming over my head ever since I exited the base – which was considerably easy. Knowing the four-digit code can get you anywhere.
But now, every corner and turn, all the bushes and facades look indifferent.
I should go back.
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight.
One drop of water, followed by a burning sensation.
No. It can't be.
And then, without a warning, the sky tears open.
"Help!" I try to call out.
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