"Are… is this true…?"
His face was the true expression of shock, each word fell from his lips with such disbelief. Such that I was unable to believe that he even... that he was even aware of his own words.
That he had said such things, in my presence no less. I smirked. Turned to the side as I watched the stars embrace the sky. Feeling the cool breeze on my lips, upon my skin.
All as I walked through the seemingly vast and empty space here. For there was truly nothing within this humongous garden of a place.
And that was what it was. A huge plantation. Crops and plants as far as the eye could see. Yet in disuse because of the decay of society.
It begged the question, of why we set up our own tents, our own facilities rather than commandeering the farm buildings.
And we could do that. We merely chose not to. Rather it was a choice made by the others. Their conscience weighed too heavily over their shoulders.
