One Thing At A Time

A week had passed since we had left the military base with the Alpha still hanging from the cage I had made. I would love to say that we had all been productive, that the people we brought with us were already planting fields and tearing down buildings, but that would have been a lie.

A fucking week had passed since we arrived at the outside of City D and took our first breath of freedom. Not like they weren't free in City A, but with the rings and how everything had been laid out, this was a much different feeling.

Honestly, a week sounds like a long time. Seven days, 168 hours, 10,080 minutes, and I have no idea how many seconds. And in that week, we did nothing. The majority of us didn't even leave our rooms in the hotel except to use the outhouse that one of the earth power users had dug for us. 

We slept, we cooked what food we had, and we nodded to our neighbors, getting to know one another without fear guiding our every move.