I know these chapters are kinds weird with the POV thing but they will get better with time and become like a regular POV! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a looong while and Foodons has progressed but I will remain in the same context and timeline.

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Kayla's POV

The soldier that had come to get me soon disappears from my sight as we enter the underground base. Everyone is doing something, not a single soul is resting, except for me. I walk through a series of corridors and hallways until I come to one extravagant looking door. This is the commander's office; think he wants people to know? I push the door open and step in as softly as possible. I can feel another presence in the room aside from the commander but I choose not to look at him, "You called for me, sir?" I ask in the softest voice I could spare.

"Yes I did," He motions to the other figure, "We have a new chef here for you to rank."

I turn and stare at the boy, no a young man with an intent gaze. He has to have some healthy physical attributes besides cooking skills, and boy does this guy have them. He looks to been about my age, probably older but his muscles are definitely tone, even through his clothes. He's wearing matching maroon pants and a long-sleeved shirt with a black vest and boots. He has two of the most coy looking deep blue eyes I've ever seen and shaggy, sandy blonde hair to contrast. Somehow, though, I can't help feel like I remember him from somewhere. Breaking from my spell, I speak, "What did you cook?"

He replies with a smile to match his eyes and a voice just as coy, "Why, fried rice." Everything around me stops. Fried rice, the one dish that my brother could make in an instant. The thing he could beat anyone with; him and Fried Ricer. Just seeing the dish brings back painful memories I had wished to forget. Pushing back all signs of tears, I step up and take a bite.

There's something odd about this rice that seems familiar to me as well, but I can't put my finger on it. For some reason, I feel that I've had it before but at the same time, haven't. Either way, this dish is very good quality and just about perfect, "This is a very good dish you have here. I would say he belongs in the head chef squad." I say carelessly.

He seems proud of himself and I can't help but pull a small smile. It's strange, but making this young man feel happy makes me feel happy as well. Seeing that he's in his own little world, I decide to take my leave and quietly step out of the room. Behind me, I can hear the Commander saying, "It seems you have good skills. Why don't you..." I walk out of range and the voices fade off.

Now seems like the perfect time to return to the surface for the rest of my morning. Everyone knows I spend a few hours topside and wish not to be disturbed. I approach the door that takes me into the manhole, which will lead me up to the surface. Inside, there is a ladder that I begin to climb slowly. The metal ladder is cold and clammy under my fingers, slippery to the grasp.

As I break through the surface, I am met with the humidity of the surrounding jungle. Being careful, I cover the manhole back up and begin my stroll back to the beach. Everything is so confusing, why does it all have to be this way? Couldn't someone else take the struggles that I have to bear on my own?

I come to the edge of the jungle and out onto the sandy beach. The waves lap against the hot sand as I stand with my feet in the very edge. This place, being here, calms me greatly and I feel the cold comfort of the ocean water. My thoughts drift back to the young man. Why does he seem so familiar? Why should I care or for any matter, why can't I get him out of my head?!

Everything is so complicated and I have no idea what to do! All sorts of thoughts swim in my head and it hurts. Nothing makes sense anymore as it becomes one big jumble, like a bell ringing constantly in my head. The tears sting my eyes and the shapes around me swirl. I fall to my knees in the salty water, clutching my head. I can't think, see, or understand right now but one thing breaks through it all like a ray of light.

I need Albert.

He was the one who held me up and supported me when things were bad. Why do I feel this way now? Before, it wasn't this difficult. Hell, Albert came to my mind only a few times over the past ten years. It makes sense though; because everything is so hard, I need him to fall back on, like last time. With a big sigh, I flop back into the sand, allowing the water to soak through my clothes. The sun has warmed up the sand, making it feel like a warm blanket. For a few, short, minutes, I feel at peace and my worries are pulled to sea with the retreating waves. My eyelids feel heavy and the sand is too inviting. I find myself slowly loosing consciousness before the world fades from my eyes entirely.

TBC

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