Chương 3: A Reason to Walk
Lucas went into the bathroom. He flipped the light switch and the lights came on. He went to the sink and twisted the valve. No water came out. You can't have everything, but lights was plenty.
He exited the bathroom and sat down next to the counter. The floor was made of polished wooden tiles. They didn't look too polished now, but he could see this place making for a pretty luxurious gas station.
He checked the cash register. There was nothing in it except for a single penny. Lucas found it comical that even during the apocalypse, people had found time to come to this specific gas station and loot the cash register. And for what? A couple bucks they'd never be able to spend again? But then again, he was the one looking through it now, so he couldn't judge.
The radio had been static for some time now. No new messages. No one to speak to. Lucas almost became emotional, it had been so long since he had even heard another person. Everyone he'd come across was dead.
The lights flickered. Lucas looked up at them. They flickered once more. Darkness. The lights went out. The power was gone. He rushed toward the light switches. On, off, on, off.
His heart sank. He was stranded and alone once again. The radio didn't work either. If there was a new message, he'd miss it.
(Lucas: "DAMN IT!")
He punched a wall so hard on a fit of rage, he had broken his knuckles, but it hardly bother him. He felt a gush of wind blow past his face, and a crude hole in the wall appeared. Lucas slowly turned his head to the guardian angel.
(Lucas: "If only you would do that when I'm actually in trouble.")
The wings of the guardian Angel expanded in a show of pride. Lucas shoved past it and out the shattered glass of the entrance.
He smelled gasoline. It was a very potent smell. One of the pumps had been knocked over by the snake, and it was now leaking gas.
Lucas looked at his knuckles. He squeezed his hand closed, and then opened it. It had been healed. He felt a hint of distain for this. It's not natural. It's not human. I'm not human. These thoughts rushed through his head. He hated it.
Lucas reached into his collar, and pulled out a necklace. On it was a charm, the shape of a heart. He opened it. In it was a picture. There was him. Luscious blond hair, neatly combed, and bright blue eyes, and next to him was a woman. Long slick black hair, unblemished skin, beautiful hazel eyes, blue green and brown. It was his wife. She was in a white wedding dress, and he was dressed in a black suit.
That black suit. He remembered it. It would be hard to forget his own wedding. Where it took place though, when it happened, that was the fuzzy part. He didn't know. All he knew is how much he longed to see his wife.
He faintly remembered she was pregnant. And then… did she give birth? He couldn't remember if he got lost before or after the birth of his baby.
A streak of panic struck his heart. How long had it been? Was his wife alive? Was his baby alive? But he thought about the radio. Someone out there was alive. And the Human Salvation Association was reaching out.
Lucas had a feeling that his wife was alive and well. No. He knew she was alive and well. She had to be. First though, he just needed to find Unit twenty-one. Maybe that would provide him with some answers. For now he'd go east, into the Sierra Nevada mountains.
He left the gas station behind. He left the tire behind. He left the radio behind. He had a mission. A purpose. A reason to move forward. He would find his wife no matter what!
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