and feel half way safe about it. “We had a krago, but the taste of food cooked over a open fire, was delicious. With mustard, those long rolls, my dad would cut them and add all kinds of different sauces.”
Donovan pondered how he knew and remembered the krago? They were used to replicate food, drink, they even mixed and cooked the ingredients for you. The dream of course, he remembered seeing the appliance in the kitchen. He looked down at her, but she had fallen asleep. Pulling up the covers to her neck. He rolled his eyes but didn't move for she was using his chest for a pillow. He fell right to sleep himself.
Chapter 7
Rachel found herself, laying on Donovan's chest. She looked up at him for a moment. No scars nor signs of a rough life, maybe he wasn't lying about coming from some container. Not wanting to wake him she eased up from her prone position. Her back was extremely sore. She quietly stretched in an attempt to ease the pain.
Walking a few steps beyond the rock cropping, the morning sun was starting to paint the sky, revealing its presence. Looking to the north, she saw nothing unusual. Why had those machines come after them. The only thing she knew, they rarely captured a woman, instead they were executed on sight. The only other female she ever saw was hung, and the gang she had been with all perished trying to save her.
Why did those people want to stay in those towns? She felt it was unnecessary to remain in such a hostile environment. She looked down at Donovan. What made him want to go north? He had been alone, but how long she didn't know, she made it a point to ask him.
She kicked his foot. “Are you going to sleep all day?” She watched him blink his eyes multiple times.
“What's for breakfast?” he asked.
“Dave's,” She sat down in front of him, grabbing her water bottle, taking a sip.
“Dave's?” unfamiliar with the term.
“It was a breakfast diner. They didn't use kragos nor simulators to make food, it was all cooked over stoves, prepared by hand.”
“Sounds good.” He thought of his mom making stuff by hand.
“Yeah the alliance came and shut his business down. Most of his family disappeared, into the cover of night.”
“Why was that?”
She continued to gaze at him, “story was, his daughter was sought after by an alliance official. Matt, her brother caught him, and with revenge killed him. The family tried to cover it all up, but those stalkers came around, it was the first time they were used. The son were accused of being a spy for some other sector. The rest of the family just vanished. I hope they just escaped but I have a feeling the alliance took them away.”
They both took their VS-771, enjoying several sips of water. “We should reach the shelter soon.” Taking out his compass, getting a azimuth, he continued to teach himself the use of the tool.
She was eager to know what this shelter was, and this time, she walked beside him. She noted he periodically gazed at her. “What?” she finally questioned.
“You're usually back there somewhere.” gesturing with his hand. He noticed she still struggled with the sleeping bag but said nothing this time.
“And I believe I told you, that if you laid one hand on me, I'd speed up your untimely death.”
“You're having a hard time just carrying around that sleeping bag. I doubt you could kill me,” he scoffed.
Angered by his sarcasm, she kicked the calf of his leg,
Donovan pondered how he knew and remembered the krago? They were used to replicate food, drink, they even mixed and cooked the ingredients for you. The dream of course, he remembered seeing the appliance in the kitchen. He looked down at her, but she had fallen asleep. Pulling up the covers to her neck. He rolled his eyes but didn't move for she was using his chest for a pillow. He fell right to sleep himself.
Chapter 7
Rachel found herself, laying on Donovan's chest. She looked up at him for a moment. No scars nor signs of a rough life, maybe he wasn't lying about coming from some container. Not wanting to wake him she eased up from her prone position. Her back was extremely sore. She quietly stretched in an attempt to ease the pain.
Walking a few steps beyond the rock cropping, the morning sun was starting to paint the sky, revealing its presence. Looking to the north, she saw nothing unusual. Why had those machines come after them. The only thing she knew, they rarely captured a woman, instead they were executed on sight. The only other female she ever saw was hung, and the gang she had been with all perished trying to save her.
Why did those people want to stay in those towns? She felt it was unnecessary to remain in such a hostile environment. She looked down at Donovan. What made him want to go north? He had been alone, but how long she didn't know, she made it a point to ask him.
She kicked his foot. “Are you going to sleep all day?” She watched him blink his eyes multiple times.
“What's for breakfast?” he asked.
“Dave's,” She sat down in front of him, grabbing her water bottle, taking a sip.
“Dave's?” unfamiliar with the term.
“It was a breakfast diner. They didn't use kragos nor simulators to make food, it was all cooked over stoves, prepared by hand.”
“Sounds good.” He thought of his mom making stuff by hand.
“Yeah the alliance came and shut his business down. Most of his family disappeared, into the cover of night.”
“Why was that?”
She continued to gaze at him, “story was, his daughter was sought after by an alliance official. Matt, her brother caught him, and with revenge killed him. The family tried to cover it all up, but those stalkers came around, it was the first time they were used. The son were accused of being a spy for some other sector. The rest of the family just vanished. I hope they just escaped but I have a feeling the alliance took them away.”
They both took their VS-771, enjoying several sips of water. “We should reach the shelter soon.” Taking out his compass, getting a azimuth, he continued to teach himself the use of the tool.
She was eager to know what this shelter was, and this time, she walked beside him. She noted he periodically gazed at her. “What?” she finally questioned.
“You're usually back there somewhere.” gesturing with his hand. He noticed she still struggled with the sleeping bag but said nothing this time.
“And I believe I told you, that if you laid one hand on me, I'd speed up your untimely death.”
“You're having a hard time just carrying around that sleeping bag. I doubt you could kill me,” he scoffed.
Angered by his sarcasm, she kicked the calf of his leg,
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