Chapter Two
I've been researching my disease in the Presidents chamber where we have some books saved from the old world. If I must guess, I only have about six months to live. People are noticing I'm not well. They see the paleness of my skin, the arch in my back because I've become just so tired.
Gerald saw the blood covered tissues in the waste bin. How could I have been so careless? He's encouraging me to go to the doctor, I shouldn't argue since I can barely carry the medical books across the room before I feel light headed and collapse into my chair. I could always go in secret, but really, I'm afraid of what they might find. Radioactive material, it almost always results in some sort of cancer. Ignorance is bliss right?
TO BE CONTINUED
