Sorry, it's been awhile. I kinda dropped this story and forgot about it. My bro though said i had to finish this before I work on any more. And that's the plan.
Once the sandwiches were gone it didn't take long before we realized that we didn't have anywhere to go. We needed a plan. Thankfully, Chelsea was there to give us direction. "Obviously we can't stay here. We could head towards the country." She said with slight hesitation. "Yeah, but we would need supplies, and plus none of us know how to survive in the wild." Duncan replied. "Well, what about…"
While Chelsea and Duncan hashed out a plan I was thinking. About my new ability, about everything i've learned so far. From what I can gather my left hand is constantly receiving information about whatever it is it's touching. During lunch I learned everything there was to know about my sandwich and even now I'm gaining a technical readout on every particle of air touching my skin. One would think that it would overwhelming or distracting, but it's actually rather soothing. Which brings me another curiosity. My right hand. I'm gaining nothing from it. Then my gaze drifts to my left hand again. 'I wonder' I think to myself. The moment I bring my palms together a stream of information erupts, all about me. I know how fast my body grows, how many cells are in my body and all of their functions, I know how my brain is able to process all this information(via previously unused parts of my brain), I even know that I'm beginning to develop a cavity. Most important though, I know that while my left hand is a receiver of knowledge, my right is a transmitter of knowledge. Through a simple handshake I may bestow any information I currently possess.
Of course, it is then that I'm drawn out of my thoughts by Duncan. "Alright then, it's settled. We are headed for the Rebels." Wait, what? The rebels are a group of active and inactive conduits that got together to fight Macgrath's genocide of the human race.
Of course, I now have some concerns. "How are we supposed to find them? How are we supposed to get to them once we do? Do you know if they will even take us?" All very logical arguments I believe. I see Duncan and Chelsea thinking over these issues when Duncan looks at me with a strange look. "GET DOWN!" he yells as he tackled me to the ground. My confusion vanishes when a bullet flies through the space my head used to occupy. The three of us immediately jump up and start running into the nearest building which happens to be super market.
We duck down into the chip aisle when we hear the sound of voices and heavy boots. A quick glance at my companions show that they are just as afraid as me. That fear is driven home when the sound of a bullet being chambered reverberates through the store. My body freezes while my mind races. 'What the hell! Who are these people? Why are they trying to kill us?' Probably a government strike team sent to take out any conduits they come across, responds a voice in the back of my mind. 'What do we do now? Their getting closer!' Through the back, keep an ear out your steps light. Deciding that my brain knows what it's talking about, I begin to lead my partners towards the rear of the store. Slipping into the kitchen appliance aisle I hear footsteps just around the corner. Quickly, reaching for the heaviest frying pan within sight I swiftly smash it up against the soldiers head just as he came within sight.
Grabbing the jaw of the currently comatose soldier I absorb all the knowledge the man had to offer. The process takes about half a second, after which I get a brilliant idea. Michael Darwin has always been praised for his traps and the speed with which he is able to construct them. With a plan in my mind I grasp Duncan's hand in my right and transmit. 'Got a plan, head toward the back door. I'll be there in a moment.' With a surprised look on his face I do the same with Chelsea except she gives me a quick kiss good luck and starts to drag Duncan to the rear. It takes all of 2 minutes to sabotage the entire building. Thank goodness Michael had stealth training too, else I'd be dead. Meeting Chelsea and Duncan just outside goes about how I imagined. Chelsea speaks first, "What were you doing in th", "Less talky, more running." I urge pulling with them down a nearby alley. We barely got a block away when the street was shaken from the explosion that enveloped the supermarket we just escaped.
Duncan was about to say something but my raised hand stopped him. "Not now. We need to get further away. Come on." And so we kept going.
For 2 hours we moved first out of the city and then into the nearby countryside. We were well into the forest when we stopped to rest. During the walk I had plenty of time to think and weigh our options trying to think on a course of action. Frustratingly, there was really only one thing we could do.
With a deep sigh, "So the Rebels huh?"