We have passed through multiple area's, showing my art to everyone we can, we just got news that one of the strike teams was successful. Thinking back to it we were driving along a street and the static of radio echoed throughout the car, a voice mumbled through "We have succeeded nearly all supply lines have been dealt with." At first I had no idea what they were on about, my heart sank thinking the worst, surely we didn't hit supply lines for necessary resources, then it hit me. They destroyed the supply lines for the pills. It was a massive milestone for us, now everyone should be feeling the effect soon. Driving back to the meeting point we have been instructed to be as quick and we can because there is something very important waiting back at base. Leaning back I sigh, how everything has changed so quickly, last month I was painting for fun, now I am painting for a purpose, a reason. Closing my eyes I decide to take a nap to help recover my energy.
The car pulls into the car park, with most of them getting out silently leaving two inside, one tapping the others shoulder and whispering "Wake up, we are here" murmurs come from her as her eyes shakily open, mumbling back an acknowledgement they both exit the car and head for the building in silence. Walking through the front doors they are immediately hit with a tense atmosphere with crowds filling the corridors and all piling by some doors . Moving forward she recognises them as the meeting room, ignoring the murmurs of what might be going on she decides to head to the sleeping quarters. A massive hall filled with sleeping bags, making her way to a corner she slips into one, letting a calm sleep embrace her.
"What are we waiting for, we should just kill him, he was in the room, he was there, he's one of them" an agitated voice bellows throughout the room, shouts of agreement follow him. "You fucking moron, he was tied up, if he was so important, important enough to be in that room. He wouldn't be tied up!" a voice argues back. The room divided as an individual lay across the floor, still unconscious from the explosion. His body covered in ash and dust, his clothes charred, his body may never recover. "Why don't we clean him up first, we are not monsters and we shall not lower ourselves to the governments level, we need to show a united front, not a bunch of disheveled children arguing" another voice announces which resonates control and power. Walking to the man on the floor she scans the room "Who will help me carry him to the showers?" she questions, shutting down all other arguments instantly. Multiple people walk forward and carefully pick him up and take him out the room to clean him up. When the group has left the room the people inside begin to murmur. "Why is she in charge, what has she even done? She just appeared one day and assumed role" The person goes unnoticed but the voice carries around the room in a silent protest to leadership.
Groaning to myself I turn over, opening my eyes I blink rapidly adjusting to the light, god knows how long I've been asleep for. Slowly sitting up I look around, the room is more full now, people asleep or sat down conversing with others. Standing up I look around for the shower room, I feel all dirty and grimy. Walking past people I greet everyone, some reply, some don't, I don't mind. Following the signs I enter the first room, grabbing a towel i go into a stall and change wrapping the towels around myself. Communal showers, could be worse I guess. Sighing to myself I step out the changing room and head through, the sound of running water fills my ears as steam blows into my face, the smell of humidity and soap thick in the air. Following the wall I begin humming too myself, a tune I know, one I did not long ago, reminiscing the time I sang the song with him, Noah. Giggling to myself I remember him trying to cry the lyrics as I sang them, it was of fun. I wonder where he is now, hopefully doing alright for himself. Smiling to myself I turn the shower on, I really did like him. "Careful with his wounds, we need to be careful when cleaning them" Snapping me out my trance I look around. Even though the room is dense in steam I can make out figures, oh well, I'm just they'll be fine cleaning the wounds. "How on earth he survived the explosion baffles me" another voice states with others humming in agreement. "We should be thankful, if he is important we may learn something from him, but we aren't monsters, as I stated before, we need to get him as healthy as we can. I am n- we are not falling to their level. When I finish washing myself I begin to leave, let these people have their peace, feeling another yawn coming I remember how little sleep we all had the past few days, getting changed I head to go outside. Looking for signs I find one that looks interesting. Garden. I thought It was just another industrial building to be honest, following the signs I go through numerous corridors and doors, after a while I stop seeing people, seeing the last sign it shows the garden right outside. Opening the glass doors I go into it, looking around there is a so much, its beautiful, trees, bushes, benches, tables and even a small pond. Walking over to the pond I kneel down next time it washing my hand through the water. Laying down I stare up at the starts feeling another nap coming.
My eyes still numb from the sleep I hear someone approach, slightly opening them I notice it's still night, maybe another short nap. Closing my eyes I intend to ignore this person as much as I can. About to go back to sleep I hear them start to hum, a male, oh great. Trying to zone out I cannot help but recognise the song, it's what I was humming in the shower. Turning over I cover my ear hearing enough, then it gets louder, and a voice follows. Oh for fucks sake, ruining my nap. Turning over I take a look at them. Sat on a bench not far away from me I see they are covered in bandages, looking at their face I slightly gasp. Covered in burns and cuts I see some stitches. What the hell happened to his guy. Then he starts singing, listening in I notice he starts to hit every note right, I don't know why but it is beginning to make me feel drowsy, it just reminds me of someone. Sitting down i face the pond looking at moons reflection, what a picturesque painting this would make. Finding myself beginning to sing along in a whisper I follow his vocals. Bit by bit I begin to enjoy myself and relax not noticing my voice is getting louder and louder. Not even hearing a shuffle i notice out of the corner of my eye him sitting a distance away as we both continue. Smiling to myself i look over smiling as we make eye contact,. The song finishes as I cannot help but move closer as we begin to talk, just small talk nothing else. When the small talk starts to slow down he looks at me saying "Sorry, it was lovely to meet you but I have to go somewhere now" Sighing to myself I say bye, slightly embracing him in a hug, feeling him wince I pull back apologising. He says it's fine but I don't believe him. Watching him walk away, I don't know why but I feel something inside me, it's like when me and Noah parted ways. Going back inside I make way to the sleeping quarters for a proper sleep.