I wake up when the wagon starts to move. But I try to go back to sleep, till that Captain guy says "Stay awake, you don't want to miss the scenery." I refuse to open my eyes and I don't know and care if he knows that or not. I try to go back to sleep. But I am curious about why in the world I am so important? After what feels like an hour, I go back to sleep.
I wake up to find that we have settled somewhere for the day and I am sleeping on a cot with that Captain guy reading The Will to Power.
"So you want to be more powerful than Monroe?" I ask him, as I look at his book.
"No, I gotta know how to keep some of my boys in line." he replies back.
"Why am I so important any way?" I ask.
"If I told you, you wouldn't be important any more now would you."
A solider approaches the Captain and the Captain gives him some order and then the soldier is gone. Some other solider approaches me, gave me some water, I can tell that he is very nervous and uncomfortable around me. Why? Is that why I am so important to them? Am I some pawn in Monroe's game? Am I monster like him? Am I more powerful than him and he just wants to kill me? God, I should stop worrying either way I am screwed.
"Are you hungry?" that solider who gave me the water asks me almost like a whisper like he shouldn't give me something to eat.
"No." I lied and he leaves me bee.
Oh, I didn't even mention I wasn't in the wagon anymore. I was handcuffed to some pole of a opened tent. It had a roof and 3 sides instead of 4, probably so that Captain guy could see me. I might as well get some sleep but my eyes are fighting to stay open again. Count sheep or something I tell myself so I can fall asleep after counting like 75 imaginary sheep I finally fall asleep.
I open my eyes in find I'm in the wagon again. And we are moving. At least that Captain guy isn't telling me to "enjoy the scenery.". What scenery? The power went out, the world sucks more than it did when we had power. How is there suppose to be any good out of this? Ok, skip a couple days, nothing major happened besides me still being with these idiots.
Soon enough we arrived back in Philly and I was being escorted or what they called escorted to General Monroe himself. Before I knew it, I was in the presence of Monroe himself.