Jonas tried with all his might to get up the hill. But the thick snow was coming down as if there was no tomorrow. Jonas fell to his knees. He looked down at the little bundle in his arms. In it, was the new-child, Gabriel, of whom Jonas had saved from sure death, sleeping soundly. Jonas tried to grasp the last memories of light and warmth that he could muster. After continuing up the snow-trodden hill on his hands and knees, Jonas finally reached the top. And, with that, he knew his journey had just began.
Jonas shot awake, panting heavily. Gabriel’s small body stirred next to him. Jonas, as his breathing returned to normal, turned his head to the bright orange glow on the horizon. Good time for me to get up, Jonas thought.
Jonas had had nightmares of that fateful day ever since it happened. And it had happened over 4 months ago. Jonas’s journey still after all that, was not done. It was not like he had not found ...view middle of the document...
He then, after feeding the child ate the rest himself. Then, Jonas picked up Gabriel and his pack, and walked along the almost non-existent path he had followed for almost the entire trip.
Continuing his trek, Jonas eventually found a hill. He looked at the cloudless sky, and walked up the steep hill. However, once he got the top, instead of what he expected, he was surprised. Overlooking a large valley, he saw a town. Am I at my destination Jonas thought.
Jonas ran down the hill until he arrived the edge of the town. A small child ran up to him, and starred at him like he had never seen another person. And then the rest of the town showed up with the face as the child.
The first person to do anything other than stare, was a tall, muscular, man with greying hair and a thick beard. “Who are you boy, and what are you doing here,” he said with a thick accent of an origin that Jonas did not know.
“My name is Jonas, and I have escaped from my community.” Him saying that brought a lot of surprised noises and faces.
“You escaped?” Before Jonas could answer, the man continued. ”The last person to escape was around 10 or 11 years ago. Her name, was Rosemary. Now, you gonna’ tell us your story.”
And Jonas told the entire story, including every detail he could remember. Though some of the crowd left over the course of the story, those that stayed were interested in every single word. “Boy, well I guess if you’re gonna’ stay I should show you round’.”
The man showed Jonas around the entire town, from the barber to the homes. “Well here is your house,” he said motioning towards a house with the number 2056. He smiled, then walked off.
Jonas looked at Gabriel, who was in his arms, then he walked in, put Gabriel to bed, then went to bed. The next morning, far before the sun was up, Jonas left his house and took a walk. Eventually, he came across a small lake with a gazebo. He walked to the gazebo and began to think. His thinking was interrupted by a feminine voice.
“I assume you had become the new receiver, as you wouldn’t know about me if not.” Jonas turned around a saw a tall female.
“You’re Rosemary?” Jonas asked.
“In the flesh,” she said smiling.