Things in my life were finally starting to shape up. I had always had dreams about another city, but deep down, I never thought I would ever live to see it with my own eyes. From then on out, I had convinced myself that me finding these instructions was fait. They were meant to be in my hands, and my hands only. I had visions of stores full of food, bright blue skies, large spaces of land that weren't occupied by an empty building. But more importantly, I could now raise Poppy in a town that had a full supply of canned goods, and there weren't constantly blackouts every other day. She could be raised in a healthy town that gave her opportunities to accomplish what she thrived.
Doon and I returned to the desk in my room, however, this time with more hope than ever. We knew there was a way out, and we were going to find it. No matter the obstacles we faced, the time limits we ran into, or any trouble along the way. In no time, our eyes will not be looking at a dark, lonely street. They will be looking at an alive, bright new world.
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