I eavesdropped on the other side of the door, waiting for someone to come inside. Dug dug dug, the hall echoed with the sound of stilettos on ceramic.
I backed away and positioned myself near the bed frame. Dug dug dug, the faint sound of the other side. I started to sweat from what I am planning to do. My heart beat raced higher and higher each passing second.
The door slid open and a woman in white stepped inside the room. She held a clipboard and looking at it seriously—her gaze unfaltering from the clipboard. As the door completely opened with her on the middle of the door frame—rendering the door to not close—I steadied myself as I do my escape.
"Sir, you're free to go," the woman said to me. Looking up, she saw me in a running position besides my bed frame. She tried to question it but decided against it. "Come."
I breathed in the fresh air as I stepped out of the hospital completely healed. This spot was beautiful. Directly in front of me, the north, our dome house towered over the small infrastructures that riddled the red soil. Above, the sky was a beautiful ombre of orange and red as the sun started to set down to call it a day. On the west, mountain ranges erected to shield us from the unpleasantries of the Cemetery. On the east, crops of various kinds dotted the huge plains.
But with all that beauty, there was something that caught my eye. The mountain ranges, or what the folks dubbed as "The Ranges". Clever. But there was something drawing me to it as I continued to look at it. And there it was, in between the two mountains on the far left, the planet known as Earth was sandwiched.
I had only read about that planet in the books my dad had secretly stashed. He said it was an illegal artifact that his ancestors smuggled to this planet before the Wipe-Out. Inside were pictures and letters that I fail to decipher—and my dad failed to teach. But what I can infer from my attachment to it before was that it was once populated by our own kind—humans. But they weren't special. None of them bore the powers we had. They can't read other people's minds nor lift up tonnes upon tonnes. They are weak. And that's why they died.
Still, I grew fascinated by the Old World—the name given to the old times in the Earth. And before I knew it, my legs started to move on its own towards the Ranges